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frames\nNow I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs\nFly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\n\nNo doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\nBefore the BDP conflict with MC Shan\nAround the time when Shante dissed the real Roxane\nI used to wake up every mornin', see my crew on the block\nEvery day's a different plan that had us runnin' from cops\nIf it wasn't hangin' out in front of cocaine spots\nWe was at the candy factory, breakin' the locks\nNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\nFuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand\n\nCould use a gun son, but fuck bein' a wanted man\nBut if I hit rock bottom then I'm a be the Son of Sam\nThen call the crew to get live too\nWith Swoop, Bokeem, my brother jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\nMike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\nMy shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\nIt's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\nNuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love\n\nRepresent y'all, represent\nRepresent y'all, represent\nRepresent y'all, represent\nRepresent y'all, represent\n\nOne time for your motherfuckin' mind\nThis goes out to everybody in New York\nThat's livin the real fuckin' life\nIn every projects, all over\nTo my man, Big Will, he's still here\nThe 40 side of Vernon\nMy man Big L.E.S.\nBig Cee-Lo from the Don\nShawn Penn, the 40 Busters\nMy crew the shorty busters\nThe 41st side of Vernon posse\nThe Goodfellas\n\nMy man Cormega, Lakid Kid\nCan't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies\nMy man Slate, Wallethead\nBlack Jay, Big Oogie\nCrazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)\nWe rock shit a lot, PHD\nAnd my man Preemo, from Gang Starr\n'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)\nFuck y'all crab-ass niggas though\n\n(Bitch ass niggas)\n(Bitch ass niggas)\nBitch ass motherfucker\nCome to Queensbridge, motherfucker\nYeah, yeah\nLet's bring it back\nThat's just a warm-up\n'Cause I can- on 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They better break North\nBefore we get the four pounders, and take their face off\nThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\nThe D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us\nAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\nI drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\nThe fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\nThinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em\nAnd leave em done, won't even run about Gods\nI don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\nNas is a rebel of the street corner\nPulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nYo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\nMoet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller\nWho's always on the corner, rolling up blessed\nWhen I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\nCold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back\nLove committing sins and my friends sell crack\nThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\nThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\nCause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts\nSo I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts\nThe brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\nThe type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\nSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\nUsed to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\nNow I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs\nFly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nNo doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\nBefore the BDP conflict with MC Shan\nAround the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\nI used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\nEvery day's a different plan that had us running from cops\nIf it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots\nWe was at the candy factory, breaking the locks\nNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\nFuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand\nCould use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man\nBut if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam\nThen call the crew to get live too\nWith Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\nMike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\nMy shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\nIt's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.50] Represent, represent!\n[00:12.17] Represent, represent!\n[00:14.69] Represent, represent!\n[00:17.45] Represent, represent!\n[00:19.56] Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\n[00:22.58] Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n[00:25.23] The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n[00:27.89] Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\n[00:30.23] At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) 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represent\n\nStraight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\nGet murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\nThe corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\nWho don't care, guzzlin' beers, we all stare\nAt the out-of-towners they better break north\nBefore we get the four pounders, and take their face off\nThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers\nThe D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us\n\nAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\nI drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for\nThe fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\nThinkin' it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em\nAnd leave 'em done, won't even run about gods\nI don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\nNas is a rebel of the street corner\nPullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\n\nYo, they call me 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life\nIn every projects, all over\nTo my man, Big Will, he's still here\nThe 40 side of Vernon\nMy man Big L.E.S.\nBig Cee-Lo from the Don\nShawn Penn, the 40 Busters\nMy crew the shorty busters\nThe 41st side of Vernon posse\nThe Goodfellas\n\nMy man Cormega, Lakid Kid\nCan't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies\nMy man Slate, Wallethead\nBlack Jay, Big Oogie\nCrazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)\nWe rock shit a lot, PHD\nAnd my man Preemo, from Gang Starr\n'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)\nFuck y'all crab-ass niggas though\n\n(Bitch ass niggas)\n(Bitch ass niggas)\nBitch ass motherfucker\nCome to Queensbridge, motherfucker\nYeah, yeah\nLet's bring it back\nThat's just a warm-up\n'Cause I can- on anybody, anybody","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.76] Represent, represent\n[00:13.11] Represent, represent\n[00:16.08] Represent, represent\n[00:18.63] Represent, represent\n[00:19.98] Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\n[00:23.41] Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n[00:25.84] The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n[00:28.42] Who don't care, guzzlin' beers, we all stare\n[00:31.01] At the out-of-towners they better break north\n[00:33.16] Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off\n[00:35.56] The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers\n[00:38.85] The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us\n[00:41.51] And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\n[00:43.97] I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for\n[00:46.62] The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\n[00:49.19] Thinkin' it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em\n[00:51.63] And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods\n[00:54.32] I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\n[00:56.97] Nas is a rebel of the street corner\n[00:59.19] Pullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n[01:02.40] Represent, represent\n[01:04.91] Represent, represent\n[01:07.43] Represent, represent\n[01:10.22] Represent, represent\n[01:12.30] Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\n[01:14.89] Moët drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller\n[01:17.77] Who's always on the corner, rollin' up blessed\n[01:20.26] When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\n[01:22.54] Cold be walkin' with a bop and my hat turned back\n[01:25.31] Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack\n[01:27.97] This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\n[01:30.21] The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n[01:32.82] 'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas and crab stunts\n[01:35.74] So I guzzle my Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts\n[01:38.44] The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\n[01:41.31] The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator\n[01:43.85] Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\n[01:46.48] Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\n[01:48.83] Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs\n[01:51.26] Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n[01:53.85] Represent, represent\n[01:56.79] Represent, represent\n[01:59.32] Represent, represent\n[02:01.06] No doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\n[02:03.97] Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan\n[02:06.65] Around the time when Shante dissed the real Roxane\n[02:09.26] I used to wake up every mornin', see my crew on the block\n[02:11.91] Every day's a different plan that had us runnin' from cops\n[02:14.57] If it wasn't hangin' out in front of cocaine spots\n[02:17.03] We was at the candy factory, breakin' the locks\n[02:19.50] Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\n[02:22.67] Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand\n[02:25.15] Could use a gun son, but fuck bein' a wanted man\n[02:27.42] But if I hit rock bottom then I'm a be the Son of Sam\n[02:30.40] Then call the crew to get live too\n[02:31.85] With Swoop, Bokeem, my brother jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\n[02:35.21] Mike'll chop 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Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n\n  Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\n  Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n  The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n  Who don't care, guzzlin' beers, we all stare\n  At the out-of-towners they better break north\n  Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off\n  The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers\n  The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us\n\n  And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\n  I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for\n  The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\n  Thinkin' it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em\n  And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods\n  I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\n  Nas is a rebel of the street corner\n  Pullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, 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They better break North\nBefore we get the four pounders, and take their face off\nThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\nThe D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us\nAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\nI drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\nThe fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\nThinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em\nAnd leave em done, won't even run about Gods\nI don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\nNas is a rebel of the street corner\nPulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nYo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\nMoet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller\nWho's always on the corner, rolling up blessed\nWhen I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\nCold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back\nLove committing sins and my friends sell crack\nThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\nThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\nCause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts\nSo I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts\nThe brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\nThe type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\nSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\nUsed to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\nNow I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs\nFly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nNo doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\nBefore the BDP conflict with MC Shan\nAround the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\nI used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\nEvery day's a different plan that had us running from cops\nIf it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots\nWe was at the candy factory, breaking the locks\nNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\nFuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand\nCould use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man\nBut if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam\nThen call the crew to get live too\nWith Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\nMike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\nMy shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\nIt's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.50] Represent, represent!\n[00:12.17] Represent, represent!\n[00:14.69] Represent, represent!\n[00:17.45] Represent, represent!\n[00:19.56] Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\n[00:22.58] Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n[00:25.23] The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n[00:27.89] Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\n[00:30.23] At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) 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represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\n\nStraight up shit is real, and any day could be your last in the jungle\nGet murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\nThe corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\nWho don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\n\nAt the out-of-towners (ay, yo, yo, who that?), they better break North\nBefore we get the four pounders and take their face off\nThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\nThe D's on the roof tryna watch us and knock us\nAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\nI drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\n\nThe fronters, wanna be ill niggas and spot runners\nThinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em\nAnd leave 'em done, won't even run about Gods\nI don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\nNas is a rebel of the street corner\nPulling a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\n\nYo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\nMoët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller\nWho's always on the corner, rolling up blessed\nWhen I dress, it's never nothing less than guess\nCold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back, huh\nLove committing sins and my friends sell crack\n\nThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\nThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts\nSo, I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts\nThe brutalizer, buddha-sizer, accelerator\nThe type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\nSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\nUsed to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames\nNow I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs\nFly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\nRepresent, represent\n\nNo doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about\nBefore the BDP conflict with MC Shan\nAround the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\nI used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\n\nEvery day's a different plan that had us running from cops\nIf it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots\nWe was at the candy factory, breaking the locks\nNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\n\nFuck a yard, god, let me see a hundred grand (grand)\nCould use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man\nBut if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam\nThen call the crew to get live too with Swoop, Bokeem\nMy brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\nMike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\nMy shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\nIt's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love\n\nRepresent ya'll, represent\nRepresent ya'll, represent (Queensbridge)\nRepresent ya'll, represent\nRepresent ya'll, represent\n\nOne time for your motherfuckin' mind\nThis goes out to everybody in New York, yeah\nThat's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over\nTo my man Big Will, he's still here\nThe 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S\nBig Cee-Lo from the Dime, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters\n\nMy crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse\nThe Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid\nCan't forget Drawz, the Hillbillies\nMy man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie\nCrazy barrio spot (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot\nPHD, and my man Preemo from Gang Starr\n'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)\nFuck y'all crab-ass niggas though\n\nBitch ass niggas, bitch ass niggas\nYou bitch ass motherfuckers\nCome to Queensbridge, motherfucker!\nYeah-yeah, yeah, yo, let's-\nLet's bring it back\nThat's just a warm up\n'Cause I can- on anybody","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.84] Represent, represent\n[00:13.20] Represent, represent\n[00:15.65] Represent, represent\n[00:18.22] Represent, represent\n[00:19.70] Straight up shit is real, and any day could be your last in the jungle\n[00:23.25] Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n[00:25.52] The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n[00:28.23] Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\n[00:30.65] At the out-of-towners (ay, yo, yo, who that?), they better break North\n[00:32.89] Before we get the four pounders and take their face off\n[00:35.34] The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\n[00:38.89] The D's on the roof tryna watch us and knock us\n[00:41.25] And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\n[00:43.64] I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\n[00:46.40] The fronters, wanna be ill niggas and spot runners\n[00:48.90] Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em\n[00:51.45] And leave 'em done, won't even run about Gods\n[00:53.95] I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are 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Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back, huh\n  Love committing sins and my friends sell crack\n\n  This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\n  The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n  'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts\n  So, I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts\n  The brutalizer, buddha-sizer, accelerator\n  The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\n  Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\n  Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames\n  Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs\n  Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n\n  No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about\n  Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan\n  Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\n  I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\n\n  Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops\n 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they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\n[01:14.89] Moët drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller\n[01:17.77] Who's always on the corner, rollin' up blessed\n[01:20.26] When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\n[01:22.54] Cold be walkin' with a bop and my hat turned back\n[01:25.31] Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack\n[01:27.97] This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\n[01:30.21] The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n[01:32.82] 'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas and crab stunts\n[01:35.74] So I guzzle my Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts\n[01:38.44] The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\n[01:41.31] The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator\n[01:43.85] Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\n[01:46.48] Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\n[01:48.83] Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs\n[01:51.26] Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n[01:53.85] Represent, represent\n[01:56.79] Represent, represent\n[01:59.32] Represent, represent\n[02:01.06] No doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\n[02:03.97] Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan\n[02:06.65] Around the time when Shante dissed the real Roxane\n[02:09.26] I used to wake up every mornin', see my crew on the block\n[02:11.91] Every day's a different plan that had us runnin' from cops\n[02:14.57] If it wasn't hangin' out in front of cocaine spots\n[02:17.03] We was at the candy factory, breakin' the locks\n[02:19.50] Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\n[02:22.67] Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand\n[02:25.15] Could use a gun son, but fuck bein' a wanted man\n[02:27.42] But if I hit rock bottom then I'm a be the Son of Sam\n[02:30.40] Then call the crew to get live too\n[02:31.85] With Swoop, Bokeem, my brother jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\n[02:35.21] Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\n[02:37.87] My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\n[02:40.42] It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n[02:42.86] Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love\n[02:45.48] Represent y'all, represent\n[02:47.60] Represent y'all, represent\n[02:50.48] Represent y'all, represent\n[02:53.00] Represent y'all, represent\n[02:56.53] One time for your motherfuckin' mind\n[02:59.01] This goes out to everybody in New York\n[03:01.51] That's livin the real fuckin' life\n[03:03.18] In every projects, all over\n[03:06.30] To my man, Big Will, he's still here\n[03:08.95] The 40 side of Vernon\n[03:11.25] My man Big L.E.S.\n[03:13.25] Big Cee-Lo from the Don\n[03:14.95] Shawn Penn, the 40 Busters\n[03:17.28] My crew the shorty busters\n[03:19.12] The 41st side of Vernon posse\n[03:21.32] The Goodfellas\n[03:22.63] My man Cormega, Lakid Kid\n[03:24.98] Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies\n[03:28.13] My man Slate, Wallethead\n[03:30.10] Black Jay, Big Oogie\n[03:31.72] Crazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)\n[03:34.93] We rock shit a lot, PHD\n[03:38.28] And my man Preemo, from Gang Starr\n[03:40.97] '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)\n[03:45.15] Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though\n[03:47.39] (Bitch ass niggas)\n[03:48.93] (Bitch ass niggas)\n[03:49.97] Bitch ass motherfucker\n[03:51.26] Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker\n[03:54.15] Yeah, yeah\n[03:57.00] \n[04:05.34] Let's bring it back\n[04:06.66] That's just a warm-up\n[04:08.34] 'Cause I can- on anybody, anybody\n[04:10.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Represent\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Illmatic XX (deluxe 20ᵗʰ Anniversary edition, explicit)\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Represent, represent\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13110\n- text: Represent, represent\n  start_ms: 13110\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Represent, represent\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18630\n- text: Represent, represent\n  start_ms: 18630\n  end_ms: 19980\n- text: Straight up shit is real and any day 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guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n  The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n  Who don't care, guzzlin' beers, we all stare\n  At the out-of-towners they better break north\n  Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off\n  The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers\n  The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us\n\n  And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\n  I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for\n  The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\n  Thinkin' it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em\n  And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods\n  I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\n  Nas is a rebel of the street corner\n  Pullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n\n  Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\n  Moët drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller\n  Who's always on the corner, rollin' up blessed\n  When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\n  Cold be walkin' with a bop and my hat turned back\n  Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack\n  This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\n  The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n\n  'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas and crab stunts\n  So I guzzle my Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts\n  The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\n  The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator\n  Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\n  Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\n  Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs\n  Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n  Represent, represent\n\n  No doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\n  Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan\n  Around the time when Shante dissed the real Roxane\n  I used 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real fuckin' life\n  In every projects, all over\n  To my man, Big Will, he's still here\n  The 40 side of Vernon\n  My man Big L.E.S.\n  Big Cee-Lo from the Don\n  Shawn Penn, the 40 Busters\n  My crew the shorty busters\n  The 41st side of Vernon posse\n  The Goodfellas\n\n  My man Cormega, Lakid Kid\n  Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies\n  My man Slate, Wallethead\n  Black Jay, Big Oogie\n  Crazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)\n  We rock shit a lot, PHD\n  And my man Preemo, from Gang Starr\n  '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)\n  Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though\n\n  (Bitch ass niggas)\n  (Bitch ass niggas)\n  Bitch ass motherfucker\n  Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Let's bring it back\n  That's just a warm-up\n  'Cause I can- on anybody, anybody\n"}]