Represent

[Intro] Yo what up though Ya' listenin' to Elmatic Fire that weed up and put it in the air [Hook] Represent, represent (x4) [Verse One]: Straight up shit is real and and any day could be your last when you pass Your sand has dropped now your hourglass in the flash The corners is where they pitch rock To move into a rich block Find somebody up in your crib You gotta' switch locks Niggas pull triggers and ditch Glocks Over things a bitch jock As sick as a Hitchcock flick To be a big shot, looks appealing The life of crooks getting money off the books, fuck a shook civilian We took the illing and mistook the feeling Of climbing to the top, stay in when you don't know where the cops laying Loaded guns, pop, spraying Just to get the hands on your clock to stop swaying Enough to cause both of your knees to drop praying and niggas stop playing Cause I was told to represent By OG's claiming the D and repping Flint Pushing old school whips on 20s they kept in tint [Hook] [Verse Two]: They call me El, I'm not your legal type of fella Bong smoker, pipe inhaler, keep a strong poker Face, playing my cards right, fuck a case Cops will run in your place for hard white, treat you wrong, poke ya With the night stick I know these snitches telling in fact I'm smelling a rat and the aroma is quite thick They shut down your light lick bright quick Charging you with shit that might stick Thought you was Frank White slick The jokes on All you little niggas with locs on Counting your figures, downing liquors, getting your smokes on Representing For the hood putting your city on the map Young girls throw they kitty and they titties on your lap Catch you slipping while you tricking Stick the clip in, to get paid and leave you sicker than that AIDS symptom They play your man like fools, feel the heat from the tools Empty your wallet take off your jewels, you know the rules [Hook] [Verse Three]: No doubt See my stacks is fat, this is what it's about Before that Ice Cube conflict with MC Ren Around the time when 3rd Bass was dissed by X-Clan I used to wake up every morning with my ear in a box Bumping Rakim, Kane, Finesse, Freddie Foxxx Then I bought the Nas CD, Biggie and Pacs Wu-Tang, Jay-Z, GangStarr and the Lox Now-a-days I need the greening of cash just like the next man Using my mind to make shit move, just like an X-Man I'm talking checks, grands, commas and zeros Growing up, my heroes palm firearms at dineros Some of them went to jail, got life in the cell Others got death, dwelling in Hell, most of 'em fail When you laying low and the police is hot on your trail Do you think of suicide or are you plotting for bail? This is words of wisdom from El Try to rise up above Keep an eye out for snakes, represent, one love [Hook]