Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Song: 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 f**kin chimp
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the s**t to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real s**t.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a ni**a 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 f**kas.
Turnin men to suckas.
ni**as wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha f**kas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had s**t left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
s**t outta luck. f**ked and stuck with that rough s**t.
f**k a pop song, f**k video, f**k Arsenio, f**k the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my ni**as 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 f**ka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: f**k these ? a*s white dudes.
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill ni**as.
Digital Underground: my real ni**as.
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 ba*s.
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 f**kas that I know.
I'm strictly representin 

1 motha f**ka, 2 motha f**ka, 3 motha f**kas,
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 f**kas.
Mad motha f**kas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha f**kas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed a*s well payed OG's.
Ah s**t!
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 s**t.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now ni**a, eat a d**k up.
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