Represent

Straight up shit is real and day can be your fast In the jungle Get murdered on a 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 undercover homicide chasin' brothers The D on the roof try 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 Big fronters, one of the ill nigga 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 backward Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pullin a tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent y'all etc ... Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller Who's always on the corner rollin out bless When I dress it's never nothin less than guess 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 dropout, 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, brutisizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds of the crack game Used to sport Ballys and Cazals with black frames Now I'm into fat checks, sex and tecs Fly new kicks, new chicks, Heineys and Becks Represent, represent y'all etc ... No doubt, see my stats are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan About the time when Shante dissed the real Roxanne I used to wake up in the morning and see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan to keep us runnin' from cops If we wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots We were at the candy factory breakin' the locks Now a days 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 a wanted man But if I hit rock bottom, then I'll be the son of sam Then call the crews to get live too With smooth Rahim, my brother Jungle, Big Bro cooks up the Blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the jakes will never stop it Is your brain on drugs? to all fly bitches and thugs Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love Represent, represent y'all etc ...