Rep for the Slums

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Y'all ain't know ain't nothin larger than this, mahogany six Glass of Harvey's Bris, puffin laws got me lost in the mist Niggas hate cause I be flossin and shit Wanna ball up they fist How bout I get my man to toss you a clip Cause niggas rather feel the horror of it Bag zipped up on some coroner shit With bullets enlodged in they wigs Had they crew like "we ain't involved in that shit" Niggas is part bitch, deserve to be a carcass Let me do the honors and spit And show you just how dark it can get It's obvious when you warm, niggas target the best So god bless Big L, one of the hardest to rep, a Harlem vet Cristopher Wallace and 2Pacalypse Have not forgotten them for those remarkable hymns I'm guided by a sparklin gem My pen glides, comittin cardinal sins Startlin images I project, embarkin on a new quest Milan's oughta conquer the rest I solemnly swear it, upon my death [Hook] Yo, as long as its breath in my lungs, I'ma rep for the slums As long as its love here, the slugs won't appear (We hear you son) And that's my word pa I know you heard it before, I told y'all, we warriors (x2) [Verse 2] Nowadays I got a lot on my chest Them young niggas used to holler threats Now they pop you and jet The cops got all the strength, they lock you in a sec Got all the blocks tense Watch for a mami hot sex, they givin out the Lochness We want progress, until niggas break out the projects Some die stressed, cause struggle they couldn't digest The world is violent when analyzing it, I write in silence My third eye widens when brought Allah's guidance of mind Without the la, thought provider, the wisest Walk above fire, inspire the young from slums to empires I speak in tongues elders admire Y'all ain't at the level that I am Higher science, ancient like the mayans, deep describes it See the streets keep me thrivin As long the piece hidin, peace'll be outta mind It's felt when heat firin, some nigga meat expirin Smell so many, got me with a weak sinus Police sirens got the thieves slidin See why the drama keeps me rhymin? [Hook] Yo, as long as its breath in my lungs, I'ma rep for the slums As long as its love here, the slugs won't appear (We hear you son) And that's my word pa I know you heard it before, I told y'all, we warriors (x2)