| Lyrics: | You motherfuckas, who thought when a nigga got a nickel
in his pocket, he wouldn't come
back
and get a quarter bag of chips with you.
Mmmmmm hmmmmm. Heeeeey ...
[Represent
yo, represent yo hood.]
Bizzy:
I said, now baby come on, somebody's watchin'
me,
clockin' me, trying to get in my pockets,
your better bet is the lottery.
I can
make it, don't bother me.
I don't stay for the dollar,
but here's the Rueger 'fore I swang
with it
[You are going too fast.]
In my H-double-O-D hood,
seen my wood grain, and when
I hang,
in the hood, bang, i'ma blow them brains out,
'cause God like everyday thangs.
Ain't shit 'fore a nigga came out,
prayed that you thought I never played out,
sittin'
with my shotgun and the rounds,
aboard the spot, mr. mo murda, thugged out,
will money
mount? Nobody can die now
then again that pile, snatched so many firearms,
when the hood
finds out,
they gon' ride out 'fore that bitch can get to trial.
Heavy with little E, glock
glock in my drop top Chevy.
Oh, plenty of artillary stocked, killin' me, feelin' me,
run at
the mouth to make figga.
Headed to Cleveland, breathin' heavy.
Represent yo ...
represent yo hood.
[It never rains in Los Angeles. Niggas scandelous,
scandelous]
Represent your hood, at the same time, at the same time,
gotta make that
money, yeah.
Represent yo hood, represent yo hood.
Represent your hood,
you gotta keep
it real, you gotta keep it real.
Gotta make that money, yeah.
Represent yo hood, represent
yo hood.
Sho Shot: Give it up for your hood to represent,
but don't waste no time to
get the ends.
Money made can't fade, will fake to w |
