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REPRESENTIN 93

REPRESENTIN  93 I got a head
but ain t no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain t came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha in chimp check.
Once again
it s your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!! Oakland s on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a nigga for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??.
Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I ll just buck then bigger motha as.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I ll be poundin them motha as.
They wanna throw their hands up.
Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight.
Never had shit left
right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut.
Duck quick.
Shit outta luck.
ed and stuck with that rough shit.
a pop song
video
Arsenio
the radio.
Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10 s.
I represent the real cuz I m ill
G.
Glock cocked and then they kill me.
I m representin .
Peace to Redman
Tretch
Vin Rock
K-G the great one Mary J.
Blidge
Pete Rock and sure you re late son.
Heavy D
CL Smooth
and Queen Latifah.
Too Short
Tony Toni Tone
And the Special motha a
Ed Lover
the Tribe
A Tribe Called Quest
and Jungle Brothas.
Das Efx
EPMD
and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill
yeah
the ill niggas.
Digital Underground: my real niggas.
Raw Fusion
all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC
Eric B rockin
then Scarface.
Stretch
Mad K-Low
pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads
Poonannynans
the Click.
Mmmm.
???
Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head
my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha as that I know.
I m strictly representin 1 motha a
2 motha a
3 motha as
Damn
who did I forget? I m a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it s on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha as.
Mad motha as.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha as.
Now they know me
the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG s.
Ah shit! Pulled up in a benzy
snatch.
The wheel as I peel out.
Catch a cop s tail.
Rock shells hit.
Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits
then kick it.
It s for the gifted.
Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here s your ticket to see Mr.
Wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya) All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it s stick up.
Quit now nigga
eat a dick up.
 


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