No need to cry now, go wipe your tears Be a woman, why you actin´ surprised? You showed the bullshit; commin´ fake hair fake nails, fake eyes too So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin´ hard about it Why you lookin´ sad, should´a though about it Say you learn, i truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin´ freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?) Knowin´ I´m a cash dealer, still I, remain calm Let you chill with me Plus you was smilin´ ´til the bill miss me That´s what you get for trynna dick me Missed me with that "buy me this, buy me that"- syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich Gettin´ mad ´cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate´cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Probably too nice at first I lettin´ you kiss where it hurts Me and you gettin´ busy, slangin´ dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, toungkissin´, you was trouly with it Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pray for pussy when the dick´s for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin´ there sweaty and wet Pointin´ at the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the room, call the cops Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe Livin´ life as a Rock Star friday nights
Make money, get pussy Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride To complete my Nature now!
[Chorus] (That´s a nigga nature!)
[Verse 3]
Started as a seed from the semen Straight outta Papa´s nuts, lustin´ for creamin´ Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I´m locked down beggin´ you for porno fleeks Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time With my name tattoo´d so that ass is mine
Tell everybody; ´Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood Follow me, I got a gun on me Goin´ for nun on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when i be thuggin´ til i die Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly Got me missin´ dead homies with the phonies that died Hit the weed and hope it get me high Dear God, understand my ways, livin´ major Blessed with a thug´s heart In a realla nigga nature!
[Chorus x2] (That´s a nigga nature!)
(Just be a nigga nation)
(It ain´t my fault, that´s a nigga nature) (A nigga nature)