My Boston - Big Shug

Yeah, we got it poppin right now, Boston baby.

This is my town.

Uh ha

I got some peeps with me though.

My man Singapore Kane, Termanology

Ah ha.

We goin' in right now.

Hold it down for Boston baby

It’s our time right now.

We ain’t got next, we got now You feel me?

Boston, that’s what it is.

Ah ha, yeah, here we go

«Reppin' Boston» — Big Shug

It’s not the NBA, we don’t jump in the air and bump

It’s around the way, where cats jump outta the car and dump

Boston

Where some cats, guns are props

Some pop, some end up in the morgue shop

From Blue Hill Ave, to Talbot Ave, to Derby Park

I pushed the whips, hustle my money, and got my start

Norfolk Park is where I rocked and bared my soul

Boston, outta control, death toll

We got cops on foot, and bike patrol

It’s been the same way since I was eight years old

Racism

We beat that back

I seen the whole world, but I still keep comin' back

I love my town, not for Paul Revere

But for Big Shug’s legend and Murderpan Square

Touch the stage, as a GangStarr survivor

I rep for Boston, and it gets no liver

Than…

Boston, aye

My Boston, ho

My town

My Boston, hey

My Boston, ho

«Reppin' Boston»

My town

My Boston, hey

My Boston, ho

My Boston, hey

«Reppin' Boston»

Yo, think of Boston I think of racists, Charles Stuart cases

Crooked jakes shine flashlights in our faces

Home of the Red Sox, Celtics, and the Patriots

And crash dummy kids with guns ready to spray shit

Every city’s the same shit, don’t matter the size

Anywhere the population is poor, then you got crimes

Some dudes be doin' crimes, some dudes be doin' rhymes

Salute, my dawgs in the System doin' their time

What you think?

Cause we got Harvard

Boston niggas don’t be robbin', mobbin' when we starvin'?

Smoke blunts like Redeye back in the Garden

We’ll see who’s hard, when you’re confronted by my squadron

Talk on and on 'bout your million gats, but if you’re pussy

We’ll skin you like Brazilian Wax

A lotta cats die flossin'

Bitches shed tears for years cause you got Paul Pierced in my Boston

Boston, aye

My Boston, ho

My town

My Boston, hey

My Boston, ho

«Reppin' Boston»

My town

My Boston, hey

My Boston, ho

My Boston, hey

«Reppin' Boston»

One two

Jeah, it’s the L-A-W-T-O-W-N

Law-town, niggas done it again

Let me tell you 'bout my city

It’s wild gritty

I got a hundred and fifty spics that ride with me

Wanna know 'bout crooked cops livin' in Boston?

Hit the block, bust a homie, cop get the pardon

You can learn about my Bean in Hi-D

These sirens in my dreams

It’s a wild scene

Mamas in the street pick up their son, like «Why me?

«No I.D., the boy got stuck like I.V.s

Throw my threes, these wild streets, can’t retire me

On my beats, they all bang, like I signed with Preem

Legendary like, Paul Pierce in the wheelchair

Lotta cats hatin' on me, but I’m still here

From Hell-town, back to Mattapan Square

Beware!

What a wonderful place to live

Boston, aye

My Boston, ho

My town

My Boston, hey

My Boston, ho

«Reppin' Boston»

My town

My Boston, hey

My Boston, ho

My Boston, hey

«Reppin' Boston»