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 Every day'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 It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent One time for your mothafuckin' mind This goes out to everybody in New York That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over To my man Big Will, he's still here The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters, the 41st 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 Oogie Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD And my man Preemo from Gang Starr '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O) Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though!Īfter slowing things down on “One Time 4 Your Mind,” “Represent” finds Nas getting hyped up with his crew from Queensbridge backing him up in the studio.

Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Straight up, shit is real And any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas 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 (Aiyyo, 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 chasing brothers The D'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 niggas and spot runners Thinking 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 shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pulling a TEC out the dresser police got me under pressure

Mad caps with crack