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Represent

Represent, represent!

Represent, represent!

Represent, represent!

Represent, represent!Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle

Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble

The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals

Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare

At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North

Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off

The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers

The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us

And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters

I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for

The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners

Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em

And leave em done, won't even run about Gods

I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards

Nas is a rebel of the street corner

Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressureRepresent, represent!

Represent, represent!

Represent, represent!

Represent, represent!Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella

Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller

Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed

When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess

Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back

Love committing sins and my friends sell crack

This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue

The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one

Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts

So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts

The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator

The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator

Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game

Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames

Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs

Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck'sRepresent, represent!

Represent, represent!

Represent, represent!No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about

Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan

Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane

I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block

Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops

If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots

We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks

Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man

Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand

Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man

But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam

Then call the crew to get live too

With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow

Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit

My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it

It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs

'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One LoveRepresent ya'll, represent!

Represent ya'll, represent!

Represent ya'll, represent!

Represent ya'll, represent!

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