Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble  guns'll blast  niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot  full of mad criminals
Who don't care  guzzlin beers  we all stare
At the out-of-towners  (Ay  yo  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 chasin brothers
The D A '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 niggaz and spot runners
Thinkin 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
Pullin a Tec out the dresser  police got me under pressure

Represent  represent

Yo  they call me Nas  I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin  marijuana smokin street dweller
Who's always on the corner  rollin up blessed
When I dress  it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin 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 niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer  crew de-sizer  accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains  sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks  Heine's and Beck's
Represent  represent

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 Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin  see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops
If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory  breakin 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 bein 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  Hakim  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         重复