Lyrics:
represent
Represent y'all, represent (Queensbridge)
Represent y'all, represent
Represent y'all, represent
One time for your mothafuckin' mind
This goes
carry on with our public spats and our feuds
Up back in the news, love taps when I dissed you
Like it was fun, actually used to run back to the booth
fellas do you mind if I join in and play along?
Everybody, yeah
Just a little bit of drum
Ah, Well I think the drummer has found a new groove
got some bad news
Here comes the hit squad I got some bad news
Well it's the Boogie Banger at your service (service) my crew got
Niggas
Nervous
ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face numbing off a bag of blow
I'm like, goddamn, bitch, I am not
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
in my crib
All I want to feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones
Didn't sell drugs, where
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
functions well off spite
I don't do that tit for tat, I blow your shit up like dynamite
Take my life, I'll take every one of y'all
Have your kids thrown out
i did
I didn't play myself kid
I respected my faans
And made the high bid
Sometimes I write my rhymes
At night and fall asleep
Wake up with new
get no better than me
Let's not waste the time
You ain't gotta hold back 'cause once I get inside
You won't change your mind, you know that you can
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
the business
When we said their was a whole another side of Atlanta
Another bunch of motherfuckers in the trap, y'all didn't know
[Chorus]
Man, I told you
Uncle montelly yo...
May you please read us a story please
Nah,
I don't feel much like telling a story today kid
Please, read us a story
I said
got nothing to blow
Fuck out of here with your blow.
The rich who blow, got it from a new blow.
Actually It's old blow.
It was gone for, you can say
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
equal
His new album in stores - Tical 0, man
The Prequel
You know how we do when me and my crew bang
Been rapping this kid
Since he was down with Wu Tang
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
swings low by my knees
No need to gas a blow I stay low and then I feed
But when the time comes to go, I'm like Rambo
I got my cross bow, the cross
I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black
And I roll right back to the block I came from
I was fearless like a renegade
I had a feeling that I can't explain
I didn't listen to what people said
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