Represent (Explicit)

Straight up sh*t is real and any day could be your last in the jungle

Get murdered on the humble guns'll blast niggaz 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 (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 chasin brothers

The D A '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 niggaz 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 sh*t 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

Yo they call me Nas I'm not your legal type of fella

Moet drinkin m*******a smokin street dweller

Who's always on the corner rollin up blessed

When I dress it's never nuttin less than Guess

Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back

Love committin sins and my friends sell crack

This ni**a raps with a razor keep it under my tongue

The school drop-out never liked the sh*t from day one

Cause life ain't sh*t but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts

So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts

The brutalizer crew de-sizer accelerator

The type of ni**a 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

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 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 coc*ine spots

We was at the candy factory breakin the locks

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

F**k a yard God let me see a hundred grand

Could use a gun Son but f**k bein 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 sh*t is on the streets this way the Jakes'll never stop it

It's your brain on drugs to all fly b**ches and thugs

Nuff respect to the projects I'm ghost One Love 重複