I Reps Lyrics

I Reps lyrics

Queen Pen feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy

 

 I Reps

 (DJ Clue)

 William nigga

 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 fuck your woman, but I perfer brains

 I could duff you out wit guns and bang

 I'ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man

 This ain't no '87 rap battle

 This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i'll get at you

 This is criminal shit, I'm so infamous

 I'm so gangsta, these niggas be nervous

 When we pop up, ya knees lock up

 Ya stomach catch butterflies

 And ya heart pumps

 Suppose to be scared, suppose to be 'wared

 When you see me get the fuck out my way

 Nigga I'm in here

 And I ain't come for the glamour and glitz

 I came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitch

 So where you at girl, holla at the kid

 'Fore I slay one of these lame niggas 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 niggas 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 bullshit 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 deathrow countin down them days

 I rep for y'all bitches that work lizzie bags

 That sell hot shit, half price off of tags

 I rep for them chicks that write they own shit

 That live just like a live, to write they own shit

 Its 2001 bitch, 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 passion

 I'm married to B.S.bitch, 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, "bitch 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

 Jakes hate belevdere, now y'all drinkin the shit

 Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter

 Its a major trend setter for you cock suckers

 Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered

 If I'm wit a bitch, 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 bitchin"

 Understand this homeboy, I'm not snitchin

 Killa 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 niggas

 No homo, cause my life ain't no  motion picture

 Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump

 Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga

 Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks

 

 Killa, 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