Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - I Reps lyrics

{*Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking*} (DJ Clue) William n***a Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio And the question of the day Is who, and what you rep Caller number 1, you on the line [Verse 1 - Prodigy] Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chains I could f** your woman, but I perfer brains I could duff you out wit guns and bang I'ma certified, bonofied, Mobb n***a man This ain't no '87 rap battle This is 2001, bloodsport, n***a i'll get at you This is criminal sh**, I'm so infamous I'm so gangsta, these n***as be nervous When we pop up, ya knees lock up Ya stomach catch bu*terflies And ya heart pumps Suppose to be scared, suppose to be 'wared When you see me get the f** out my way n***a I'm in here And I ain't come for the glamour and glitz I came to f** you up bad, get drunk, and find me a b**h So where you at girl, holla at the kid 'Fore I slay one of these lame n***as in here, straight up (DJ Clue) Yeah, Caller number two You on the line [Verse 2 - Queen Pen] I got some raps for the streets My n***as pack the heats My soldiers on the corner crushin up green meat For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains To work for y'all crackers, for that bullsh** pay I reps for my head that cops his weight That take trips uptown just to cop his haze I rep for them chicks givin brain in the rain That ain't scared to be a freak, for the right pay I gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit pain For buryin they boys to soon for this game I rep for my panthers thats locked away And???sittin on d**hrow countin down them days I rep for y'all b**hes that work lizzie bags That sell hot sh**, half price off of tags I rep for them chicks that write they own sh** That live just like a live, to write they own sh** Its 2001 b**h, stop frontin I rep for my baby mamas thats still walkin I rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&Wic Up in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chips I rep body snactchers, loyaly over pa**ion I'm married to B.S.b**h, ain't no question (DJ Clue) Caller number three, you on the line [Verse 3 - Cam'Ron] I rep money dealers, girls step like, "Cam you rock a lotta Prada" Look to her and said, "b**h I'm bout the dollar", holla I don't like it anways, I feel enscadas hotter One get her, get her, good dog, got her, got her Cam is in a Lincolns Clipse Jay say Belvedere, now y'all drinkin the sh** Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter Its a major trend setter for you co*k s**ers Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered If I'm wit a b**h, believe me I do not love her I'ma rap like a doobie and spliff My Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flick But I step to the director like, "look I'm not b**hin" Understand this homeboy, I'm not snitchin k**a Cam still be back in the hood Back where I should, plus I can't act that good I could cook that coke, get them figures I could bust that gat, strip some n***as No h*mo, cause my life ain't no motion picture Motion trigger, I open livers, co*k the pump Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean n***a Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks k**a, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low (DJ Clue) Yeah, DJ Clue You know how we do things Q-U-Double E radio And the question of the day is What you rep