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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Christopher Martin
Christopher Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Nas
Recording Engineer
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Luis Tineo
Luis Tineo
Assistant Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
[Verse 1]
Straight up, shit is real
And any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, **** 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 Ds on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us
And killer coppers even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock
For the fronters, wannabe ill **** and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen till I trap 'em and clap 'em
And leave 'em done
Won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a TEC out the dresser
Police got me under pressure
[Chorus]
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 **** raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school dropout, never liked the shit from day one
'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake **** and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, Brutus-izer, accelerator
The type of **** 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, sex and TECs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
[Chorus]
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 Roxanne
I used to wake up every morning see my crew on the block
Everyday's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory breaking the locks
Nowadays I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun, son, but fuck 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 shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
Is your brain on drugs to all fly bitches and thugs?
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love
[Chorus]
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
[Outro]
One time for your motherfuckin' mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
That's living the real fucking life and every projects, all over
To my man Big Will, who's still here
The forty side of Vernon
My man Big LES
Big Cee-Lo from the dime
Shawn Penn, the forty busters
My crew shorty busters
The forty-first 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 various spot, Big Thug
We rock shit a lot, Ph D
And my man Preemo from Gang Starr
'94, real shit y'all
Fuck y'all crab ass **** though
Bitch ass ****
Bitch ass ****
Bitch ass motherfuckers
Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo, let's go
Let's bring it back
That's just to, that's just to warm us up, man
'Cause I-, 'cause we buggin'
Written by: Christopher Martin, Nasir Jones
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