paroles de chanson I Represent It - Philthy Rich
Chea,
Stretch
what
up
nigga,
ey,
won't
let
ya'll
down
nigga,
chea
ey,
ey,
It's
Philthy.
ok,
ok,
Town
Thizznizz,
chea
Funk
or
Die
nigga,
ey
it's
Philthy
Rich.
Ey,
ey,
ey,
It's
the
kid
bitch
niggas
know
what's
happenin'
Nigga
play
with
me,
then
them
guns
get
the
clappin'
Semi-automatic
and
the
fullies
too
I
must
know
the
game,
see
I'm
a
bully
fool
Streets
on
lock,
yea
I'm
a
block
boy
I
represent
it
from
the
top
to
the
block
boy
I
hold
it
down
for
my
niggas
locked
in
them
cells
Side
like
the
ground,
my
niggas
won't
tell
Three
time
felons,
nigga
no
bail
Ain't
coming
home,
my
niggas
going
through
hell
So
I
send
them
mail
put
dollars
on
they
books
I
do
this
shit
for
ya'll,
you
hear
it
in
the
hook
Real
nigga
in
you're
face,
bitch
nigga
look
I
lost
a
real
nigga
that
them
bitch
niggas
took
I
leave
a
nigga
shook
For
playing
with
mine
Everywhere
I
go,
I'm
staying
with
mine
I
do
this
for
my
niggas
locked
in
the
box
boy
I
represent
it
from
the
top
to
the
block
boy
All
my
niggas
out
there
on
them
blocks
boy
Ey,
trying
to
duck
and
dodge
the
cops
boy
This
for
my
niggas
out
there
still
hustling
All
my
niggas
out
there
that's
really
thuged
up
Fake
ass
niggas,
ain't
moving
nothing
Just
running
they
mouth,
a
whole
lot
of
bluffing
I
fuck
with
real
niggas
like
Fin,
Rob,
and
Rell
And
my
nigga
Tae
Tae
fresh
out
of
jail
Mone
doing
10,
Mane
took
4,
and
I
ain't
seen
lil
Dame
since
04'
Dope
game
like
the
rap
game
if
you
ain't
know
A
lot
of
fake
niggas
in
the
way
selling
soap
So
I
aim
for
the
throat,
show
them
how
I
feel
Choke
a
bitch
nigga
out
and
beat
him
with
the
steel
Always
keep
it
real,
until
my
cask
close
And
keep
my
eyes
open
when
I
blast
the
4's
Keep
it
100,
show
you
niggas
love
Cause'
they
was
around
before
these
other
niggas
was
I
do
this
for
my
niggas
locked
in
the
box
boy
I
represent
it
from
the
top
to
the
block
boy
All
my
niggas
out
there
on
them
blocks
boy
Ey,
trying
to
duck
and
dodge
the
cops
boy
These
fuck
niggas
ain't
been
to
the
hood
before
Keep
talking
that
shit,
but
I
already
know
I'm
from
the
hottest
turf,
in
the
fucking
East
A
kill
zone
the
police
scared
of
my
street
They
don't
come
down
there
without
they
pistols
drawn
But
my
niggas
ain't
worried
bout
them
pistols,
don't
Cause'
my
niggas
out
there,
with
they
pistols
on
And
they
going
be
out
there
until
they
piss
them
zones,
ey
So
square
niggas
better
get
it
right
Get
up
on
the
mic
and
wanna
start
a
fake
life
Young
Philthy
Rich,
yea
I
really
get
that
cake
right
Been
out,
seen
all
day,
I'm
finna
pull
an
all
night
Me
I'm
all
right
While
you
other
niggas
all
wrong
Real
Town
business,
the
fake
niggas
all
gone
Yea
we
done
moved
on,
in
a
real
back
No
baking
soda,
the
shits
real
crack
I
do
this
for
my
niggas
locked
in
the
box
boy
I
represent
it
from
the
top
to
the
block
boy
All
my
niggas
out
there
on
them
blocks
boy
Ey,
trying
to
duck
and
dodge
the
cops
boy
Chea
nigga,
real
Town
bidness
at
it's
mother
fucking
finnest,
Sem
City,
Philthy
mother
fucking
Rich,
Funk
or
Die
nigga,
Yea
Stretch
what
up
nigga,
feel
me,
good
looking
on
this
one
mane,
got
the
fake
niggas
out
the
circle
mane,
feel
me,
real
niggas
do
real
things,
Livewire
nigga,
chea
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