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 the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz 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 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 DA'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 niggaz and spot runners   Thinkin' it can't happen 'til i, trap em and clap them   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   Pullin' a tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure      Represent, represent!   Represent, represent!   Represent, represent!   Represent, represent!      Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella   Moet drinkin', Marijuana 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 nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue   The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one      'Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts   So I guzzle my Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts   The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator   The type of nigga 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!   Represent, represent!   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 Roxane   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 cocaine spots   We was at the candy factory, breakin' 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 bein' the wanted man   But if I hit rock bottom then I'm a 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 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 motherfuckin' mind   This goes out to everybody in New York   That's livin the real fuckin' life   And 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, Lakid Kid   Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies   My man Slate, Wallethead   Black Jay, Big Oogi   Crazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)   We rock shit a lot, Ph.D   And my man Primo, from GangStarr   (Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!)   Fuck y'all crab ass niggaz though   (Yeah, bitch ass niggas!)   (Bitch ass niggas)   Bitch ass motherfucker   I'm from Queen's bridge motherfucker