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What U Rep - текст песни



What U Rep


(feat. 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 (Texts of songs ) 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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