Represent - Explicit Album Version

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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, guzzlin' beers, we all stare
 At the out-of-towners they better break north
 Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
 The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers
 The D's on the roof tryin' 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
 Thinkin' 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
 Pullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure
 Represent, represent
 Represent, represent
 Represent, represent
 Represent, represent
 Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
 Moët drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller
 Who's always on the corner, rollin' up blessed
 When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
 Cold be walkin' with a bop and my hat turned back
 Love committin' 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 Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts
 The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
 The type of nigga who be pissin' 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's
 Represent, 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 Roxane
 I used to wake up every mornin', see my crew on the block
 Every day's a different plan that had us runnin' from cops
 If it wasn't hangin' out in front of cocaine spots
 We was at the candy factory, breakin' 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 bein' a wanted man
 But if I hit rock bottom then I'm a be the Son of Sam
 Then call the crew to get live too
 With Swoop, Bokeem, 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
 Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love
 Represent y'all, represent
 Represent y'all, represent
 Represent y'all, represent
 Represent y'all, represent
 One time for your motherfuckin' mind
 This goes out to everybody in New York
 That's livin the real fuckin' life
 In every projects, all over
 To my man, Big Will, he's still here
 The 40 side of Vernon
 My man Big L.E.S.
 Big Cee-Lo from the Don
 Shawn Penn, the 40 Busters
 My crew the shorty busters
 The 41st side of Vernon posse
 The Goodfellas
 My man Cormega, Lakid Kid
 Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
 My man Slate, Wallethead
 Black Jay, Big Oogie
 Crazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)
 We rock shit a lot, PHD
 And my man Preemo, from Gang Starr
 '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)
 Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though
 (Bitch ass niggas)
 (Bitch ass niggas)
 Bitch ass motherfucker
 Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker
 Yeah, yeah
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 Let's bring it back
 That's just a warm-up
 'Cause I can- on anybody, anybody
 

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Duration
04:12
Key
11
Tempo
93 BPM

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