Rabz - Who U Rep Wit!!! - Ft. Nas lyrics

Who U Rep Wit [Verse 1 - Rabz] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of d**h, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin' us The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by n***as who forty Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. [Chorus] Yo them n***as that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with LK ni**a!!! Who I rep with LM ni**a!!! (repeat) [Verse 2 -Rabz] Ya'll n***as better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them n***as who wit ya ain't even wit ya After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got n***as with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' n***a I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two n***as went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB sh**, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next b**h, next bezel. It's that real. [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Nas ] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz) Yo, aiyyo, who da f** wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya'll n***as jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya'll clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a f** who you be Millennium Thug, now who da f** want it with me. Rabz I mastered the art of slap boxin' n***as in da dark LK's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats. How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhf**in' rib out ur back Ya'll n***as ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the p**ycats When we come around da front, stop. Uh huh, ya'll can't f** around ya'll get dropped When guns pop, who's tellin' Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', LK ni**a WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Send a n***a back, get da shells, go straight home Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep Can't sleep, cousin to d**h, makes me weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Latin Kings pop up Dismantle,Coke,Lance, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. [Chorus 2] Them n***as that wanted war before Don't want no war no mo Now that they know who I rep wit LK ni**a!! Who I rep wit LM ni**a!! (repeat)