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    The Prodigy / Lyrics

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    "What U Rep" Lyrics

    The Prodigy feat. N.O.R.E.

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    [Prodigy]
    Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
    Is it real? Really? ..
    Teach why'all niggaz how to rap yo
    Show why'all niggaz how to expose a sound

    [Noreaga]
    Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?

    [Prodigy]
    Fuckin dickblower.. (thug like what?)
    Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be
    P put it back where it's supposed to be
    Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me
    Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
    Exulted, affluent life style I kick
    calm shit that make your livest rep want to harm shit
    Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
    It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
    Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang
    We givin out back braces and arm slings
    Reality rap, the only song I sing
    Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing
    Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
    (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
    (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)
    You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
    Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
    Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
    Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
    Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
    Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
    I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
    Ese, I like it when it get that way

    [Chorus, Prodigy (Noreaga)]
    So what you rep dunn?
    (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns
    and everybody on the block pump junk
    So what you rep dunn?)
    Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
    Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands
    What you rep?
    (Iraq, where niggaz get buried
    And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
    So what you rep dunn?)
    Q.B., we like to blow faces
    And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages

    [Noreaga]
    Aiyyo, yo
    Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo
    They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo
    (You niggaz stink like shit)
    I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes
    Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
    Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes
    Yo we move money, money move me
    Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)
    Gettin my dick sucked
    Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what

    [Prodigy]
    Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?
    For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
    My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss
    I drool for the day me and you could face-off
    It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room
    We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune
    This is for my dunns who rest in coffins
    I wish why'all was, wish why'all was here

    [Chorus]

    [Noreaga]
    Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
    And you know we smash the industry, negatively
    So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
    Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit
    A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
    Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags
    We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs
    Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
    Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox
    Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades
    It definitely get real, on stage
    I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
    They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz
    Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.
    While them cats small change like a E.S.3.
    Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be
    Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries
    Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion
    Look at you now, now you just full emotion
    Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type
    Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
    While why'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
    Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on December 10th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Albert Johnson, Victor Santiago.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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