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What U Rep

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Hip-Hop/Rap

What U Rep was released on November 14, 2000 by Infamous Records as a part of the album H.N.I.C.

Song Details

Release DateNovember 14, 2000

LabelInfamous Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Prodigy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Albert Johnson

Composer

Victor Santiago

Victor Santiago

Composer

J. Neal

Lyrics

J. Bynol

Composer

R. Scott

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Hang Men3

Producer

Sheldon Guide

Engineer

Nino Cacacabala

Nino Cacacabala

Assistant Engineer

Steve Sola for Plain Truth

Steve Sola for Plain Truth

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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

Is it real? Really?

Teach y'all **** how to rap, yo

Show y'all **** how to expose a sound

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

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, **** comin' close to me

Trash rap **** 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 **** 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, **** – 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 **** just say? (What he say, huh?)

Aiyya, Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (Shank, ****)

I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play

Esé, I like it when it get that way

So what you rep, dunn?

Iraq – where **** burst guns

And everybody on the block pump junk

So what you rep, dunn?

Dunn, The Infamous, Q.B. Houses

Where **** stand out all night, and make thousands

What you rep?

Iraq – where **** 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 ****'s rib cages

Aiyyo, yo – stick it to you, black magic like voodoo

They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo

(You **** stink like shit)

I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes

**** 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 ****, what!)

Gettin' my dick sucked

Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say "what-what!"

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

So what you rep, dunn?

Iraq – where **** burst guns

And everybody on the block pump junk

So what you rep, dunn?

Dunn, The Infamous, Q.B. Houses

Where **** stand out all night, and make thousands

What you rep?

Iraq – where **** 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 ****'s rib cages

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 ****, throwin' dirt at ya clique

'Cause me an Aknel, ****, 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 ****

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

'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 **** like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight

While y'all **** wear Pampers like the cradle type

Mainly hype, Thugged Out, shined with light

So what you rep, dunn?

Iraq – where **** burst guns

And everybody on the block pump junk

So what you rep, dunn?

Dunn, The Infamous, Q.B. Houses

Where **** stand out all night, and make thousands

What you rep?

Iraq – where **** 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 ****'s rib cages

Written by: Albert Johnson, J. Bynol, J. Neal, R. Scott, Victor Santiago

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