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Straight up sh*t is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble guns'll blast n***az tumble
The corners is the hot spot full of mad criminals
Who don't care guzzlin beers we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay yo yo who that ) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers homicide chasin brothers
The D A 's 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 n***az and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen til I trap em and clap em
And leave em done won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that sh*t your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pullin a Tec out the dresser police got me under pressure
Represent represent
Yo they call me Nas I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin ********* smokin street dweller
Who's always on the corner rollin up blessed
When I dress it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This ni**a raps with a razor keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out never liked the sh*t from day one
Cause life ain't sh*t but stress fake n***az and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer crew de-sizer accelerator
The type of ni**a who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks Heine's and Beck's
Represent represent
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 Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops
If it wasn't hangin out in front of coc*ine spots
We was at the candy factory breakin the locks
Nowadays I need the green in a flash just like the next man
F**k a yard God let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son but f**k bein 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 Hakim my brother Jungle Big Bo cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it Mayo you count the profit
My sh*t is on the streets this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on d**gs to all fly b**ches and thugs
Nuff respect to the projects I'm ghost One Love 重复