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Prodigy - What U Rep lyrics
f/ Noreaga [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] |
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