J-Scrilla - What We Rep lyrics

[Verse One] [Big Noyd]: Yo it's the N-O-Y-D, Q.B. first infantry Mr. Air-it-out, Give Up Your Goods, do your history Hip's where the pistol be, wrists all glittery On the grind and I got a bad b**h form Cicily You think of G you picture me, cops keep frisking me Cause I stay fresh like a mouth full of Listerine Ready for whatever whenever, you hear me man? n***as like "Noyd chill", but n***as wanna k** me man damn n***as wanna get me for my Benjamin's, but stop Cause I'll put the f**ing Glock to your next of kin I keep it militant, don't make the barrel spin His like Cypress Hill I Could Just k** A Man Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sipping on some Hennessy, puffing on a blunt Going at your shorty, your shorty's trying to stunt I'm like la-la-la-la-la-la [Chorus] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: You see the slums, the gutter, the ghetto, the dirt The drama, the narcs, the sharks, the metal, the work The spics, the chinks, the n***as, the gods, and the earths The loss, the pain, the evil, the wicked, the hurt The thugs, the slugs, the gangs, the gangster, the turf The diesel, the haze, the h, the ex, or the perc The bodies, the bullets, the chalk, the blood, and the hearse What you expect? It's what we rep [Verse Two] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: Yo from Queen's Bridge to Free's crib (Philly) Put the chrome where your teeth is and tell you to breathe in Inhale my clip, I'm off the deep end I train in the mountains like Batman Begins The nicest n***as was rocking bombers and sheepskins I'm a cannibal, I break bones and eat skin It's all real with me homeboy, you pretend I'm all day with it, you thug on the weekend I hold mines, smoke dro and blow nines I rep myself, you need a motherf**ing co-sign Like a car loan, I'm a star homes Break your jaw bone, big headed b**h like Star Jones And I'm gone not before I grip a Glock Shoot a rapper to d**h, now that's real hip hop Stop talking like you will cause you will not I'm from where they sling more h**n than Gil Scott [Chorus] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: You see the slums, the gutter, the ghetto, the dirt The drama, the narcs, the sharks, the metal, the work The spics, the chinks, the n***as, the gods, and the earths The loss, the pain, the evil, the wicked, the hurt The thugs, the slugs, the gangs, the gangster, the turf The diesel, the haze, the h, the ex, or the perc The bodies, the bullets, the chalk, the blood, and the hearse What you expect? It's what we rep