I Represent It [feat. The Jacka, San Quinn, Willie Joe, Dem Hood Starz, Laroo, Lil Hyfe & Drew Deezy] - Philthy Rich, The Jacka, San Quinn

It’s the kid bitch niggas know what’s happenin'

Nigga play with me, then them guns get the clappin'

Semi-automatic and the fullies too

I must know the game, see I’m a bully fool

Streets on lock, yea I’m a block boy

I represent it from the top to the block boy

I hold it down for my niggas locked in them cells

Side like the ground, my niggas won’t tell

Three time felons, nigga no bail

Ain’t coming home, my niggas going through hell

So I send them mail put dollars on they books

I do this shit for ya’ll, you hear it in the hook

Real nigga in you’re face, bitch nigga look

I lost a real nigga that them bitch niggas took

I leave a nigga shook

For playing with mine

Everywhere I go, I’m staying with mine

I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy

I represent it from the top to the block boy

All my niggas out there on them blocks boy

Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy

This for my niggas out there still hustling

All my niggas out there that’s really thuged up

Fake ass niggas, ain’t moving nothing

Just running they mouth, a whole lot of bluffing

I fuck with real niggas like Fin, Rob, and Rell

And my nigga Tae Tae fresh out of jail

Mone doing 10, Mane took 4, and I ain’t seen lil Dame since 04'

Dope game like the rap game if you ain’t know

A lot of fake niggas in the way selling soap

So I aim for the throat, show them how I feel

Choke a bitch nigga out and beat him with the steel

Always keep it real, until my cask close

And keep my eyes open when I blast the 4's

Keep it 100, show you niggas love

Cause' they was around before these other niggas was

I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy

I represent it from the top to the block boy

All my niggas out there on them blocks boy

Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy

These fuck niggas ain’t been to the hood before

Keep talking that shit, but I already know

I’m from the hottest turf, in the fucking East

A kill zone the police scared of my street

They don’t come down there without they pistols drawn

But my niggas ain’t worried bout them pistols, don’t

Cause' my niggas out there, with they pistols on

And they going be out there until they piss them zones, ey

So square niggas better get it right

Get up on the mic and wanna start a fake life

Young Philthy Rich, yea I really get that cake right

Been out, seen all day, I’m finna pull an all night

Me I’m all right

While you other niggas all wrong

Real Town business, the fake niggas all gone

Yea we done moved on, in a real back

No baking soda, the shits real crack

I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy

I represent it from the top to the block boy

All my niggas out there on them blocks boy

Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy

Chea nigga, real Town bidness at it’s mother fucking finnest, Sem City,

Philthy mother fucking Rich, Funk or Die nigga, Yea Stretch what up nigga,

feel me, good looking on this one mane, got the fake niggas out the circle

mane, feel me, real niggas do real things, Livewire nigga, chea