Nas - Represent Lyrics
Represent, represent!! (repeat 4x)Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungleGet murdered on the humble, gunsll blast, niggaz tumbleThe corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminalsWho dont care, guzzlin beers, we all stareAt the out-of-towners (ay, yo, yo, who that? ) they better break northBefore we get the four pounders, and take their face offThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothersThe d.a.s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock usAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicoptersI drink a little vodka, spark a l and hold a glock forThe fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runnersThinkin it cant happen til i, trap em and clap emAnd leave em done, wont even run about godsI dont believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwardsNas is a rebel of the street cornerPullin a tec out the dresser, police got me under pressureRepresent, represent!! (repeat 4x)Yo, they call me nas, Im not your legal type of fellaMoet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dwellerWhos always on the corner, rollin up blessedWhen I dress, its never nuttin less than guessCold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned backLove committin sins and my friends sell crackThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongueThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day oneCause life aint shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stuntsSo I guzzle my hennesey while pullin on mad bluntsThe brutalizer, crew de-sizer, acceleratorThe type of nigga who be pissin in your elevatorSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack gameUsed to sport ballys and gazelles with black framesNow Im into fat chains, sex and tecsFly new chicks and new kicks, heines and becksRepresent, represent!! (repeat 3x)No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what its aboutBefore the bdp conflict with mc shanAround the time when shante dissed the real roxxaneI used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the blockEvery days a different plan that had us runnin from copsIf it wasnt hangin out in front of cocaine spotsWe was at the candy factory, breakin the locksNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man***** a yard god, let me see a hundred grandCould use a gun son, but ***** bein the wanted manBut if I hit rock bottom then ima be the son of samThen call the crew to get live tooWith swoop, hakim, my brother jungle, big bo, cooks up the blowMikell chop it, mayo, you count the profitMy shit is on the streets, this way the jakesll never stop itIts your brain on drugs, to all fly *****es and thugsNuff respect to the projects, Im ghost, one loveRepresent yall, represent!! (repeat 4x)One time for your mother*****in mindThis goes out to everybody in new yorkThats livin the real *****in lifeAnd every projects, all overTo my man, big will hes still here *echoes*The 40 side of vernonMy man big l.e.s.Big cee-lo from the donShawn penn, the 40 bustersMy crew the shorty bustersThe 41st side of vernon posseThe goodfellasMy man cormega, lakid kidCant forget drawers, the hillbilliesMy man slate, walletheadBlack jay, big oogiCrazy barrio spot (big dove)We rock shit, ph.dAnd my man primo, from gangstarr(ninety-four real shit yall, harry o!)***** yall crab ass niggaz though...(yeah, ***** ass niggas! *etc.*)
