Текст песни Nas - Represent

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Nas
Альбом: Illmatic
Длительность: 04:12
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Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Straight up shit 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 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!! (repeat 4X) 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 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 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 niggaz and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey 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!! (repeat 3X) 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 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 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 Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love Represent y'all, represent!! (repeat 4X) One time for your motherfuckin mind This goes out to everybody in New York that's livin the real fuckin life And every projects, all over To my man, Big Will he's still here *echoes* 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 Oogi Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove) We rock shit, Ph.D And my man Primo, from GangStarr (Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!) Fuck y'all crab ass niggaz though... (Yeah, bitch ass niggas! *etc.*)
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