DJ Premier - Represent lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Hook] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 1] Straight up, sh** is real And any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, n***as 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, 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's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us And k**er coppers even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock For the fronters, wannabe ill n***as 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 sh**, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure [Hook] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 2] 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***a raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the sh** from day one ‘Cause life ain't sh** but stress, fake n***as, and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, Brutus-izer, accelerator The type of n***a who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, s** and TEC's Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's [Hook] Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent [Verse 3] 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 c**aine 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 Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit My sh** is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on d**, to all fly b**hes and thugs 'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love [Hook] Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent [Outro: Nas] One time for your mothaf**in' mind This goes out to everybody in New York That's living the real f**ing life and every projects, all over To my man Big Will, he's still here 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, Lakey the Kid Can't forget Draws, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogi Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock sh** a lot, Ph.D And my man Primo, from Gang Starr '94 real sh** y'all (word up Harry O) f** y'all crab-a** n***as though! [Nas' posse] b**h a** n***as! b**h a** n***as! Young b**h a** motherf**ers! Come to Queensbridge, motherf**er! Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back That's just a warm up ‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybody