Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
Straight up s*** is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, n***** tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzling 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 chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying 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 n***** and spot runners
Thinking 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 s***, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This n**** raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the s*** from day one
cause life ain't s*** but stress fake n***** and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of n**** who be p****** 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, s** and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
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 morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
f*** a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but f*** being 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 s*** is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly b****** and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
One time for your m************ mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's living the real f****** 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 s***, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStar
(Ninety-four real s*** y'all, Harry O!)
f*** y'all crab a** n***** though,
(Yeah, b**** a** n*****! *etc.*)
Straight up s*** is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, n***** tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzling 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 chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying 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 n***** and spot runners
Thinking 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 s***, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This n**** raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the s*** from day one
cause life ain't s*** but stress fake n***** and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of n**** who be p****** 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, s** and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
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 morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
f*** a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but f*** being 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 s*** is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly b****** and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
Represent, represent! [Repeat: x4]
One time for your m************ mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's living the real f****** 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 s***, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStar
(Ninety-four real s*** y'all, Harry O!)
f*** y'all crab a** n***** though,
(Yeah, b**** a** n*****! *etc.*)