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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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Refrain: ("i’m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.

Verse one: big l

Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks flavs, god.
Known for sendin’ garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin’ like rodney king got.
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
Mcs get braggin’ about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray charles,
Cuz they ain’t seen no money yet.
Trash rappers i tax and spark,
I be wettin’ niggas up like water rides at action park.
A nigga stuck me, and that ain’t funny son,
So i got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cuz phony faggots i froze, it’s a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
L is the rebel type, i’m rough as a metal pipe,
Fuck a benz, cuz i could pull skins on a pedal-bike.
Props, i got the most, no mc comes close,coast-to-coast,
Shows i host, foes i roast, adios, i’m ghost…

Refrain

Verse two: d’shawn

Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete i’m a crazy eddie scissorhands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin’ bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like i was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle i be stabbin’,choppin’ mcs like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin’ cabins.
I’m a maniac magician, abra cadabra,
Makin’ pain appear cuz i’m-a grab arusty chain to make a noose
To choke your ass so hard, you’re spittin’ fuckin’ adam’s apple juice.
So come check the magic show by deshawn,
And witness the way i put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin’ your home to a casket,
Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard.
Cuz i love to keep mcs sufferin’,
Beggin’ for big, heavy bags of bufferin.
Baseball battin’ ‘em, splattin’ ‘em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
D’shawn is nice;
Known for givin’ out head cracks without touchin’ dice.
Just pain and punishment from the boogie down bronxter…
D’shawn the maniac street mobster.

Refrain

Verse three: lord finesse

It’s the f-i-n-e-double-s-e,
Don’t play or stress me
Cause that shit don’t impress me
I make papes off the shit i create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin shit straight
I got skills and i’m hard to kill,
So y’all bitch-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill
You grab a mic and always get hype
Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up
When you can bearly beat your dick right
So stop ridin my dilznick
Cause i can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip
Hit like foreman when i’m brawlin
Those who think i’m fallin, i’ll play your monkey-ass like a organ
I got crazy niggas in the city noid
Got mad bitches, but it’s not cause i’m a motherfuckin pretty-boy
I’m ruthless, i’m not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that beat street/electric boogie shit
I’ll stomp any rapper that you ???
If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat
And go ‘head with they master plan
Stevie wonder probably see me ‘fore half you rappers can
You can’t hang and you’re fallin fast
You rappers that’s trash better dash and start haulin ass
Cuz i’m out to rag shit
Fuck up a show, collect my dough
And step off with a bad bitch
Spectators always have the best time
When they come to a show and hear a funky lord finesse rhyme
I’m out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures
You’ll never catch finesse associating with bitch niggaz
I work overtime when it’s time to go for mine
Crab-ass rappers, don’t even front cuz ya’ll know the time
So it’s time for me to step
Peace to showbiz and ag and i’m off to the left

Refrain

Verse four: ag

Check-check-check it. a to the g is gonna wreck it.
On stage, on my record, so nigga don’t forget it.
I’m the man. the one-man-band is on my right hand.
(his name is show nitwit, so get wit the program)
I get a hit from my buddha blessed.
Turn my hat to the back, now let’s see who’s the best.
I like my pockets fat, never ever flat.
Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain’t havin’ that.
Hoes get no dough, so why try?
Think it’s gonna be a hit ‘n’ run? wrong, it’s a drive-by.
Niggas catchin’ tantrums,because your girl’s never safe around
The midnight phantom.
They predicted i’m-a fall;
They must be down with michael jackson cuz that shit is off the wall.
You don’t believe me, ask that brother show:
Snatchin’ hotties, grabbin’ hotties, lettin’ mothafuckers know.
You come wrong if you don’t come strong…
You better catch wreck! mothafucker, i made the song.
Styles will vary, they won’t carry over.
Don’t fuck with no devil, i’d rather marry oprah.
Yeah, you got it, i’m pro-black,
And my skills are so phat, i pay my dues, i don’t owe jack.
You bite my style, i can spot it.
Tryin’ real hard to get it,
You can forget it, because you don’t got it.
And my skills are excellent.diggin’ in the crates
And it’s time to represent!

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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.*)