Represent - Intellectual

[Produced by DJ Premier]

[Chorus]

Represent, represent

[Verse 1]

Straight up, shit is real

And any day could be your last in the jungle

Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble

The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals

Who don't care, guzzling beers

We all stare at the out-of-towners

(Ayo, yo, who that?) 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 tryin' 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

[Chorus]

Represent, represent

[Verse 2]

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella

Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller

Who's always on the corner, rolling up bless

When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess

Cold be walking 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 Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts

The brutalizer, buddha-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, Heines and Beck's

[Chorus]

Represent, represent

[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 Roxanne

I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block

Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops

If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots

We was at the candy factory, breaking 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 being the wanted man

But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam

Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop

Barkim, 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

[Chorus]

Represent y'all, represent

[Outro]

One time for your mothafuckin' mind

This goes out to everybody in New York

That's living the real fucking life in 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 Dime, 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 Drawz, the Hillbillies

My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie

Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD

And my man Preemo from Gang Starr

'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)

Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though!

[Nas' posse]

Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas!

You bitch ass motherfuckers!

Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker!

Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back

That's just a warm up

‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybody