[Hook]
Represent, represent
[Verse 1]
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas 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 chasing brothers, the D's on the roof trying 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing 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 niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs, fly new chicks
And new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 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'mma 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
[Hook]
[Outro]
One time for your motherfucking mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
That's livin the real fucking 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, Lakey the Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead
Black Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot, Big Dove
We rock shit, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O
Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though
Represent, represent
[Verse 1]
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas 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 chasing brothers, the D's on the roof trying 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing 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 niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs, fly new chicks
And new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 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'mma 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
[Hook]
[Outro]
One time for your motherfucking mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
That's livin the real fucking 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, Lakey the Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead
Black Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot, Big Dove
We rock shit, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O
Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though
Track 9 on Illmatic
