What U Rep

[Intro: Prodigy, (Noreaga)]

Wha, what the fuck, yo? Fuck, yo?

Is it real? Really?

Teach y'all niggas how to rap, yo

Show y'all niggas how to expose a sound

(Spit on these cats, nigga, spit on these cats, what, what?)

Fuckin' dickblower... (Thug like what?)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yo (Yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be

P put it back where it's supposed to be

Supposedly, niggas comin' close to me

Trash rap niggas can't fuck with the – exalted, affluent lifestyle I kick

Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit

Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (Why?)

It's only natural for my dunns to hurt something

Cop a squat though, you might learn something

We givin' out back-braces and arm-slings

Reality rap, the only song I sing

Nothin' fugazi, strictly the real thing

Live in the flesh, my niggas 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 and 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

Esé, I like it when it get that way

[Chorus: Prodigy, Noreaga]

So what you rep, dunn?

Iraq – where niggas burst guns

And everybody on the block pump junk

So what you rep, dunn?

Dunn, The Infamous, Q.B. Houses

Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands

What you rep?

Iraq – where niggas 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

[Verse 2: 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 niggas stink like shit)

I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes

Niggas 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!"

[Verse 3: 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 y'all was – wish y'all was here

[Chorus: Prodigy, Noreaga]

So what you rep, dunn?

Iraq – where niggas burst guns

And everybody on the block pump junk

So what you rep, dunn?

Dunn, The Infamous, Q.B. Houses

Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands

What you rep?

Iraq – where niggas 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

[Verse 4: Noreaga]

Yo, what the deally, P? Iraq combine, 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 ringworms, 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 niggas

They're sellin' records, yo, actin like they clap niggas

'Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G. 

While them cats small change like a ES3

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 niggas like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight

While y'all niggas wear Pampers like the cradle type

Mainly hype, Thugged Out, shined with light

[Chorus: Prodigy, Noreaga]

So what you rep, dunn?

Iraq – where niggas burst guns

And everybody on the block pump junk

So what you rep, dunn?

Dunn, The Infamous, Q.B. Houses

Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands

What you rep?

Iraq – where niggas 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