Represent

Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X)

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in thejungle

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 breakNorth

before we get the four pounders, and take their face off

The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasinbrothers

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 yourmotherfuckin mind

This goes out to everybody in New Yorkthat's livin the realfuckin life

And every projects, all overTo my man, Big Will he's still here*echoes*

The 40 side of VernonMy man Big L.E.S.Big Cee-Lo from the Don

Shawn Penn, the 40 bustersMy crew the shorty busters

The 41st side of Vernon posseThe GoodfellasMy man Cormega, LakidKid

Can't forget Drawers, the HillbilliesMy man Slate,WalletheadBlack Jay, Big Oogi

Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove)We rock shit, Ph.DAnd my man Primo,from GangStarr

(Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!)Fuck y'all crab ass niggazthough...

(Yeah, bitch ass niggas! *etc.*)