N.o.r.e. - What U Rep lyrics

[Prodigy] Wha, what the f** yo? f** yo? Is it real? Really? .. Teach y'all n***as how to rap yo Show y'all n***as how to expose a sound [Noreaga] Spit on these cats n***a, spit on these cats what, what? [Prodigy] f**in dickblower.. (thug like what?) Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be P put it back where it's supposed to be Supposedly, n***as comin close to me Trash rap n***as can't f** with the... ... exulted, affluent life style I kick Calm sh** that make your livest rep wanna harm sh** Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?) It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang We givin out back braces and arm slings Reality rap, the only song I sing Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing Live in the flesh, my n***as fresh out the pen (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing (Money ain't a thing, n***a what, what?) You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt) Aiyyo Nas - f** that n***a just say? (What he say, huh?) Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pa** me the shank (shank n***a) I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play Ese, I like it when it get that way Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga) So what you rep dunn? (Iraq, where n***as burst guns And everybody on the block pump junk So what you rep dunn?) Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses Where n***as stand out all night, and make thousands What you rep? (Iraq, where n***as get buried And we fight dirty, and stay hungry So what you rep dunn?) Q.B., we like to blow faces And pop slugs in your illest n***a's rib cages [Noreaga] Aiyyo, yo Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo They can't f** with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo (You n***as stink like sh**) I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes n***as ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes Yo we move money, money move me Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up n***a what?) Gettin my dick s**ed Bone a b**h in the bu*t, make her say what-what [Prodigy] Now gun talk, do you speak the same language? For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo My sh** spit like a retard, and plus boss I drool for the day me and you could face-off It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune This is for my dunns who rest in coffins I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here [Hook] [Noreaga] Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B And you know we smash the industry, negatively So f** a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that sh** A lil' dirt ball n***a, throwin dirt at ya clique Cause me an Aknel n***a ain't packed no bags We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs Cause where we from, muh'f**er yo the game don't stops Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades It definitely get real, on stage I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap n***as They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap n***as Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G While them cats small change like a E.S.3 Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion Look at you now, now you just full emotion Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type Queens n***as like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight While y'all n***as wear Pampers like the cradle type Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light [Hook]