| Represent, my son
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| Show em how it’s done
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| Yeah!
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| What up? |
| I heard that you got a little prob'
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| With the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed
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| Sticking and flicking the bangers, thrown them out to your neck
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| Another beatdown inflicted by that nigga Tek
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| And for you backstabbers, yeah I got a sharp dagger
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| And a left hook that’ll cause your jaw bone to shatter
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| Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
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| Titans from Bucktown, that’ll burn through ya crew
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| I got a vibe from the session in the back
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| When niggas is strapped underground, puffing method, kicking raps
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| Smif-N-Wessun coming with 'nuff buds and skunk
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| Fake the funk and get found dead in a trunk
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| All heads realize, wrekonize
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| Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
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| You better wrekonize
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| Back again, make room for the boom
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| Puffing the lye, getting high to a Beatminerz tune
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| Stroke my back, cause where I lives at’s a lot of rats
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| Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don’t sweat that
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| Instead I mack with a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock
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| And yo Rippa, what up ak?
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| The deals going down like this
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| Run off at the mouth, watch your lips and my boots do a French kiss
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| Putting an end to those who tend to get me aggravated
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| I’m tired of counting dues and adding up the years we waited
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| Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smoking
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| Keep your girl away from me, cause I won’t hesitate to stroke it
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| All heads realize, wrekonize
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| Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
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| You better wrekonize
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| I’m feeling the rush from the cannabis plant
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| But I can’t lamp cause niggas get me amped
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| Talking this and that but my rap format’s fat
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| And I slap cats that commence to stab backs
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| Never could I ever agree on
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| Cutting loose a lot of my troops that I roll wit for eons
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| Be on your tippy top or you’ll quickly drop
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| By them crooked cops or the local cockblockers on your block
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| I watch my back when for delf
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| Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health
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| Huh, critics could get banged like Riddick
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| Bowe, first I get lifted with my click before ripping a show
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| So, I say what I mean, mean what I say
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| Do what I do, and me not play
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| Say 'en garde' for punks who play hard
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| Don’t be surprised, I’m pulling your card, you better wrekonize
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| All heads realize, wrekonize
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| Real heads on the rise, wrekonize
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| You better wrekonize (x3)
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| All heads realize, wrekonize
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| Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
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| You better wrekonize |