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Project Pat - Represent It (Feat. Noreaga, Tear Da Club Up Thugs)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Project Pat
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Niko Lyras
Niko Lyras
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, Hypnotize Minds up in here
Y'all know the business
Representing to tha fullest
If you down for what you do, you gotta represent it
If you in it, represent it
Y'all boys, y'all boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, DJ Paul, Juicy J
Hypnotize Minds up in here, like this
North Memphis bitch, North Memphis bitch
South Memphis bitch, South Memphis bitch
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch
Orange Mound bitch, Orange Mound bitch
If you in it, represent it, if you in it, represent it
If you in it, and you down, if you with it, represent it
If you in it, represent it, if you in it, represent it
If you in it, and you down, if you with it, represent it
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
Black Haven, East Memphis, West Memphis, putting it down
Down to unload with a nine-millimeter clip
Some think they bulletproof, some end up Benedict's
Which one of you fools wanna make them things clap?
Tear the club up, where my thugs? Where dem dollars at?
Where them players, scream like a fiend for that ghetty green?
Gotta get the cream, get the cheese, that's by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While the gettin's good, gettin mine, represent the hood
Try to hold me back that one time, but I'm to the good
Wanna see me locked in a cell, throw away the key
Haters want me dead, but you tricks gotta bury me
Drinkin hennessey, full of herb, mentally I'm gone
Ready man to ride for my side if they right or wrong
ATL, bitch, ATL, bitch
New Orleans, bitch, New Orleans, bitch
Houston, bitch, Houston, bitch
Miami, bitch, Miami, bitch
If you in it, represent it, if you in it, represent it
If you in it and you down, if you with it, represent it
If you in it, represent it, if you in it, represent it
If you in it, and you down, if you with it, represent it
Ayo, I trample those that mess with hoes
And just wild out and just dirty your clothes
N.O.R.E., my name don't got two O's
So therefore, we be the ones with the hoes
Your bracelet down to your English toes
What! What! We tear the club up at all the shows
Three-6 and Thugged Out, ****, watch for them bows
Where them dollars at, kid? Yo, I read and I closed
Me and Project Pat fuck with our hands in our clothes
Yo, it's all good, **** growing up in the hood
And we do the same things, 'cause we smoke on wood
Yo, you my whoadie, ha-huh, I'm your whoadie, ha-huh
Yo, fuck with us, we leave a **** fucking holey, ha
And I'm batting crews down to Baton Rouge
And I got a Hummer sitting on 32s, got a Hummer sitting on 32s
Black Haven bitch, Black Haven bitch
Mitchell Heights bitch, Mitchell Heights bitch
East Memphis bitch, East Memphis bitch
Evergreen bitch, Evergreen bitch
If you in it, represent it, if you in it, represent it
If you in it and you down, if you with it, represent it
If you in it, represent it, if you in it, represent it
If you in it, and you down, if you with it, represent it
What, what, what the fuck?
Got **** blasting with a TEC, got a Lex truck
Better duck, we holler, "B.H.Z.," haters get stuck
In the back, in the face, wrong time, wrong place
**** itching for killings, and killings gonna take place
Getting a mask, don't ask, is it a task, and it'll blast mo'
Fucking with son, you was about to make his pockets grow?
Who got front? Who got back? Who got bombs? Who got gats?
Who gon' ride? Who gon' skat?
Cock 'em up, rat-tat-tat
All you G's throw a *censored* if you know the sign
And if you peoples from your hood, playa, throw the *censored*
All you ballers ride twenty's, that's the way to shine
To all them hustlers drinking four-five on the grind
We gon' keep shaking dice 'til the end of time
And get high off them Optimo's and white lines
All yo boys come from ???, watch me fall out, blind
And if you gone and you know it, fool, press rewind
Queensbridge, bitch, Queensbridge, bitch
Chi-town, bitch, Chi-town, bitch
St. Louis, bitch, St. Louis, bitch
Little Rock, bitch, Little Rock, bitch
Fort Worth, bitch, Fort Worth, bitch
Cashville, bitch, Cashville, bitch
Birmingham, bitch, Birmingham, bitch
Jack-town, bitch, Jack-town, bitch
Louisville, bitch, Louisville, bitch
Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Patrick Houston, Victor Santiago
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