Tytuł: What u rep

• Wykonawca: N.O.R.E.
• Wyświetleń: 241

  
   [Prodigy]
  Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
  Is it real? Really? ..
  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo
  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound
  
  [Noreaga]
  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?
  
  [Prodigy]
  Fuckin dickblower.. (thug like what?)
  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be
  P put it back where it's supposed to be
  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me
  Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick
  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang
  We givin out back braces and arm slings
  Reality rap, the only song I sing
  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing
  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)
  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
  Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
  Ese, I like it when it get that way
  
  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)
  
  So what you rep dunn?
  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns
  and everybody on the block pump junk
  So what you rep dunn?)
  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands
  What you rep?
  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried
  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
  So what you rep dunn?)
  Q.B., we like to blow faces
  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages
  
  [Noreaga]
  Aiyyo, yo
  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo
  They can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo
  (You niggaz stink like shit)
  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes
  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes
  Yo we move money, money move me
  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)
  Gettin my dick sucked
  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what
  
  [Prodigy]
  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?
  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss
  I drool for the day me and you could face-off
  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room
  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune
  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins
  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Noreaga]
  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
  And you know we smash the industry, negatively
  So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit
  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags
  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs
  Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox
  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades
  It definitely get real, on stage
  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz
  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.
  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.
  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be
  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries
  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion
  Look at you now, now you just full emotion
  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type
  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light
  
  [Chorus]