Lyrics to What U Rep
[Prodigy]Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?Is it real? Really? ..Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yoShow 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 beP put it back where it's supposed to beSupposedly, niggaz comin close to meTrash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...... exulted, affluent life style I kickcalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shitDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thangCop a squat though, you might learn some-thangWe givin out back braces and arm slingsReality rap, the only song I singNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thingLive 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 everydayNore guzzle the Crist', I down ChardonnayPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the wayEveryday 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 playEse, I like it when it get that wayChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)So what you rep dunn?(Iraq, where niggaz burst gunsand everybody on the block pump junkSo what you rep dunn?)Dunn the infamous, Q.B. housesWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thouasndsWhat you rep?(Iraq, where niggaz get buriedAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungrySo what you rep dunn?)Q.B., we like to blow facesAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages[Noreaga]Aiyyo, yoStick it to you, black magic like voodooThey can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo(You niggaz stink like shit)I'm from Iraq, home of the snakesNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takesClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapesYo we move money, money move meYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)Gettin my dick suckedBone 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 yoMy shit spit like a retard, and plus bossI drool for the day me and you could face-offIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the roomWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortuneThis is for my dunns who rest in coffinsI 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, negativelySo fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boyYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shitA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya cliqueCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bagsWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabsCause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stopsOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-poxMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigadesIt definitely get real, on stageI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggazThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggazCause 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 beOften, I'm on tour with my rosariesCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potionLook at you now, now you just full emotionPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-typeQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fightWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle typeMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light[Chorus]
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