Represent lyrics

Represent lyrics

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Send "Represent" Ringtone to your Cell Refrain: ("I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") Yeah, Big L is the first to represent. Verse One: Big L Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flavs, God. Known for sendin` garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin` like Rodney King got. Or get beat to your death like Cochise, my laws is no peace, fuck the police. MCs get braggin` about cash they collect, but them chumps is like Ray Charles, cuz they ain`t seen no money yet. Trash rappers I tax and spark, I be wettin` niggas up like water rides at Action Park. A nigga stuck me, and that ain`t funny son, so I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun. Cuz phony faggots I froze, it`s a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows. L is the rebel type, I`m rough as a metal pipe, fuck a Benz, cuz I could pull skins on a pedal-bike. Props, I got the most, no MC comes close,coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I`m ghost... Refrain Verse Two: D`Shawn Yo, street ? in New York is a place this nigga stands with a machete I`m a crazy Eddie Scissorhands. Born with such a thirst to kill, I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill. Cuttin` bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks. So in a battle I be stabbin`,choppin` MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin` cabins. I`m a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin` pain appear cuz I`m-a grab arusty chain to make a noose to choke your ass so hard, you`re spittin` fuckin` Adam`s Apple juice. So come check the magic show by Deshawn, and witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand. Turnin` your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard. Cuz I love to keep MCs sufferin`, beggin` for big, heavy bags of Bufferin. Baseball battin` `em, splattin` `em, so many homicide records, my cases went platinum. D`Shawn is nice; known for givin` out head cracks without touchin` dice. Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter... D`Shawn the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It`s the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don`t play or stress me Cause that shit don`t impress me I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate So get your motherfuckin shit straight I got skills and I`m hard to kill, So y`all bitch-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill You grab a mic and always get hype Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up When you can bearly beat your dick right So stop ridin my dilznick cause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip Hit like Foreman when I`m brawlin Those who think I`m fallin, I`ll play your monkey-ass like a organ I got crazy niggas in the city noid Got mad bitches, but it`s not cause I`m a motherfuckin pretty-boy I`m ruthless, I`m not on that goody-goody tip That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit I`ll stomp any rapper that you ??? if they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat And go `head with they master plan Stevie Wonder probably see me `fore half you rappers can You can`t hang and you`re fallin fast You rappers that`s trash better dash and start haulin ass Cuz I`m out to rag shit Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch Spectators always have the best time When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme I`m out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures You`ll never catch Finesse associating with bitch niggaz I work overtime when it`s time to go for mine Crab-ass rappers, don`t even front cuz ya`ll know the time So it`s time for me to step Peace to Showbiz and AG and I`m off to the left Refrain Verse Four: AG Check-check-check it. A to the G is gonna wreck it. On stage, on my record, so nigga don`t forget it. I`m the man. The one-man-band is on my right hand. (His name is Show nitwit, so get wit the program) I get a hit from my buddha blessed. Turn my hat to the back, now let`s see who`s the best. I like my pockets fat, never ever flat. Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain`t havin` that. Hoes get no dough, so why try? Think it`s gonna be a hit `n` run? Wrong, it`s a drive-by. Niggas catchin` tantrums,because your girl`s never safe around the Midnight Phantom. They predicted I`m-a fall; they must be down with Michael Jackson cuz that shit is Off The Wall. You don`t believe me, ask that brother Show: snatchin` hotties, grabbin` hotties, lettin` mothafuckers know. You come wrong if you don`t come strong... YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK! Mothafucker, I made the song. Styles will vary, they won`t carry over. Don`t fuck with no Devil, I`d rather marry Oprah. Yeah, you got it, I`m pro-black, and my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don`t owe jack. You bite my style, I can spot it. Tryin` real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don`t got it. And my skills are excellent.Diggin` in the Crates and it`s time to Represent! Refrain Send " Represent" Ringtone to your Cell Represent lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Represent lyrics @ ELyrics | Represent lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Represent lyrics @ Songlyrics | Represent lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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