Текст песни Queen Pen f Cam`Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy - I Reps
Queen Pen f Cam`Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy - I Reps слова песни
{*Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking*}(DJ Clue)William niggaYeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do thingsQ-u-double-e- radioAnd the question of the day, Is who, and what you repCaller number 1, you on the line[Verse 1 - Prodigy]Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chainsI could fuck your woman, but I perfer brainsI could duff you out wit guns and bangI`ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga manThis ain`t no `87 rap battleThis is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i`ll get at youThis is criminal shit, I`m so infamousI`m so gangsta, these niggas be nervousWhen we pop up, ya knees lock upYa stomach catch butterfliesAnd ya heart pumpsSuppose to be scared, suppose to be `waredWhen you see me get the fuck out my wayNigga I`m in hereAnd I ain`t come for the glamour and glitzI came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitchSo 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 twoYou on the line[Verse 2 - Queen Pen]I got some raps for the streetsMy niggas pack the heatsMy soldiers on the corner crushin up green meatFor all the generations, and mothers ridin the trainsTo work for y`all crackers, for that bullshit payI reps for my head that cops his weightThat take trips uptown just to cop his hazeI rep for them chicks givin brain in the rainThat ain`t scared to be a freak, for the right payI gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit painFor buryin they boys to soon for this gameI rep for my panthers thats locked awayAnd???sittin on deathrow countin down them daysI rep for y`all bitches that work lizzie bagsThat sell hot shit, half price off of tagsI rep for them chicks that write they own shitThat live just like a live, to write they own shitIts 2001 bitch, stop frontinI rep for my baby mamas thats still walkinI rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&WicUp in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chipsI rep body snactchers, loyaly over passionI`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", hollaI don`t like it anways, I feel enscadas hotterOne get her, get her, good dog, got her, got herCam is in a Lincolns ClipseJakes hate belevdere, now y`all drinkin the shitPlease, oh my god brother, followin is not gutterIts a major trend setter for you cock suckersInsurance on my diamonds, my rocks coveredIf I`m wit a bitch, believe me I do not love herI`ma rap like a doobie and spliffMy Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flickBut I step to the director like, "look I`m not bitchin"Understand this homeboy, I`m not snitchinKilla Cam still be back in the hoodBack where I should, plus I can`t act that goodI could cook that coke, get them figuresI could bust that gat, strip some niggasNo homo, cause my life ain`t no motion pictureMotion trigger, I open livers, cock the pumpPop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean niggaPeal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharksKilla, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low(DJ Clue)Yeah, DJ ClueYou know how we do thingsQ-U-Double E radioAnd the question of the day isWhat you rep