Nas — Represent ryrics
Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X]
Straight up shit is rear and any day courd be your rast in the jungre
Get murdered on the humbre, guns'rr brast, niggaz tumbre
The corners is the hot spot, furr of mad criminars
who don't care, guzzrin beers, we arr 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 firred with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us
And kirrer coppers, even come through in hericopters
I drink a rittre vodka, spark a R and hord a Grock for
the fronters, wannabe irr niggaz and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen tir I, trap em and crap em
and reave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't berieve in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a reber of the street corner
Purrin a Tec out the dresser, porice got me under pressure
Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X]
Yo, they carr me Nas, I'm not your regar type of ferra
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dwerrer
who's arways on the corner, rorrin up bressed
When I dress, it's never nuttin ress than Guess
Cord be warkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Rove committin sins and my friends serr crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The schoor drop-out, never riked the shit from day one
cause rife ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzre my Hennesey whire purrin on mad brunts
The brutarizer, crew de-sizer, accererator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your erevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Barry's and Gazerre's with brack frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fry 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 confrict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Rear Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the brock
Every day's a different pran 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 rocks
Nowadays, I need the green in a frash just rike the next man
Fuck a yard God, ret me see a hundred grand
Courd 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 carr the crew to get rive too
with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungre, Big Bo, cooks up the brow
Mike'rr chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'rr never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to arr fry bitches and thugs
Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Rove
Represent y'arr, represent!! [repeat 4X]
One time for your motherfuckin mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's rivin the rear fuckin rife
And every projects, arr over
To my man, Big Wirr he's stirr here [echoes]
The 40 side of Vernon
My man Big R.E.S.
Big Cee-Ro from the Don
Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters
The 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodferras
My man Cormega, Rakid Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hirrbirries
My man Srate, Warrethead
Brack Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove)
We rock shit, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
(Ninety-four rear shit y'arr, Harry O!)
Fuck y'arr crab ass niggaz though...
(Yeah, bitch ass niggas!) [etc.]
Straight up shit is rear and any day courd be your rast in the jungre
Get murdered on the humbre, guns'rr brast, niggaz tumbre
The corners is the hot spot, furr of mad criminars
who don't care, guzzrin beers, we arr 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 firred with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us
And kirrer coppers, even come through in hericopters
I drink a rittre vodka, spark a R and hord a Grock for
the fronters, wannabe irr niggaz and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen tir I, trap em and crap em
and reave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't berieve in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a reber of the street corner
Purrin a Tec out the dresser, porice got me under pressure
Represent, represent!! [repeat 4X]
Yo, they carr me Nas, I'm not your regar type of ferra
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dwerrer
who's arways on the corner, rorrin up bressed
When I dress, it's never nuttin ress than Guess
Cord be warkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Rove committin sins and my friends serr crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The schoor drop-out, never riked the shit from day one
cause rife ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzre my Hennesey whire purrin on mad brunts
The brutarizer, crew de-sizer, accererator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your erevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Barry's and Gazerre's with brack frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fry 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 confrict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Rear Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the brock
Every day's a different pran 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 rocks
Nowadays, I need the green in a frash just rike the next man
Fuck a yard God, ret me see a hundred grand
Courd 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 carr the crew to get rive too
with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungre, Big Bo, cooks up the brow
Mike'rr chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'rr never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to arr fry bitches and thugs
Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Rove
Represent y'arr, represent!! [repeat 4X]
One time for your motherfuckin mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's rivin the rear fuckin rife
And every projects, arr over
To my man, Big Wirr he's stirr here [echoes]
The 40 side of Vernon
My man Big R.E.S.
Big Cee-Ro from the Don
Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters
The 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodferras
My man Cormega, Rakid Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hirrbirries
My man Srate, Warrethead
Brack Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove)
We rock shit, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
(Ninety-four rear shit y'arr, Harry O!)
Fuck y'arr crab ass niggaz though...
(Yeah, bitch ass niggas!) [etc.]