paroles de chanson Nature to Ride - Spice 1
[Verse
1:]
As
I
wake
up
in
the
morning
wipe
the
sleep
from
my
eyes
I
realize
I'm
alive,
another
day
I
survived
To
see
the
sun
rise
again,
lord
guide
me
in
The
right
direction,
give
my
daughters
to
your
protection
Keep
correctional
facilities
away
from
the
homies
We
can't
be
locked
up,
use
to
goto
funerals
glocked
up
A
thug
sheds
slugs
instead
of
tears
when
he
cries
Throw
some
chronic
in
his
casket
to
say
his
goodbye's
Drive-by's
on
the
block
all
my
niggas
is
gone
The
only
people
making
money
is
the
funeral
home
See,
diein'
ain't
no
kind
of
way
to
make
a
livin'
And
the
people
at
that
old
graveyard
making
a
killin'
While
a
thug
sheds
slugs
instead
of
tears
when
he
cries
Don't
be
too
quick
to
judge,
it's
in
his
nature
to
ride
Nigga
when
thugs
cry
tears
of
bullets
flood
the
block
Hit
the
enemy
with
a
flurry
of
sh-shots,
BLAOW!
[Chorus:
x2]
They
don't
know,
this
is
thug,
nature
to
ride
This
is
what
it
sounds
like,
when
thugs
cry
[Verse
2:]
It
was
me,
my
big
sister,
my
mama
and
cold
flows
In
the
projects
of
Fillmoe,
pimps
and
hoes
Even
though
a
nigga
parents
split
up
when
I
was
one
Lord
bless
my
daddy
for
steppin'
up
and
raisin'
his
son
Handing
jewels
to
an
innocent
child,
sharing
pain
I
was
young
but
now
I'm
old
enough
to
embrace
the
game
I
love
my
mama
cause
she
kept
me
from
goin'
hungry
and
starvin
Taking
care
of
me,
but
I
wouldn't
listen
I
kept
mobbin
In
the
streets,
lost
in
the
belly
of
the
best
Like
demons
on
our
corner
ridin'
strapped
with
heat
In
this
cold
place,
leave
you
sleepin'
with
no
trace
I
got
homies
that
been
hit
by
a
killer
with
no
face
A
thug
sheds
slugs
instead
of
tears
when
he
cries
See
struggle
in
the
reflection
of
hate
in
his
eyes
I
know
my
thug
angels
watchin'
me
wherever
I
go
I
know
Pac
see's
me
ridin,
and
my
daddy
fa
sho',
BLAOW
[Chorus
x2]
[Verse
3:]
How
long
will
you
mourn
a
nigga
that's
in
the
grave
rotten
Wanna
say
to
all
my
soldiers
that's
fallen,
ain't
forgotten
Ridin
past
the
cemetary
all
I
do
is
remember
When
we
hustled
in
the
winter
it
was
cold
in
december
But
we
kept
grindin'
rain
or
snow,
steady
smashin'
Til
the
cops
came
and
you
swallowed
some
dope
without
the
plastic
We
was
babies
didn't
know
reprecussions
of
our
decisions
But
we
learnt
from
eachother,
even
though
you
no
longer
livin'
My
heart
felt
cold,
my
legs
got
weak
When
I
was
watchin'
that
ambulance
from
across
the
street
Police
and
task-force,
feds
all
on
the
scene
And
I
knew
it
was
over
when
I
heard
your
mama
scream
All
I
could
do
was
run
home
and
tell
my
mama
I
love
her
Say
a
prayer
to
God
and
tell
him
bless
my
young
brother
Cause
a
thug
sheds
slugs
instead
of
tears
when
we
cry
Throw
some
chronic
in
his
casket
to
say
my
goodbyes,
BLAOW!
[Chorus
x4]
1 Work It Tonite
2 Cutthroat Game
3 Still Here
4 Behind Closed Doors
5 Gangbang Music
6 Reckless Eyeballin
7 Nature to Ride
8 Kizz My Azz
9 Pimp Pizzle
10 Cutthroat Game Pt. 2
11 Boomin Pistols
12 Thug World
13 1 In a Million
14 Behind Closed Doors Pt. 2
15 I'm a Boss
16 Pimp Pizzle - Radio Mix
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