Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
eLZhi
eLZhi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Law
Simon Law
Composer
Ross Anderson
Ross Anderson
Composer
Lain Luther
Lain Luther
Composer

Lyrics

Ya' listenin' to Elmatic Fire that weed up and put it in the air Represent, represent (x4) Straight up shit is real and and any day could be your last when you pass Your sand has dropped now your hourglass in the flash The corners is where they pitch rock To move into a rich block Find somebody up in your crib You gotta' switch locks Niggas pull triggers and ditch Glocks Over things a bitch jock As sick as a Hitchcock flick To be a big shot, looks appealing The life of crooks getting money off the books, fuck a shook civilian We took the illing and mistook the feeling Of climbing to the top, stay in when you don't know where the cops laying Loading guns, pop, spraying Just to get the hands on your clock to stop swaying Enough to cause both of your knees to drop praying and niggas stop playing Cause I was told to represent By OG's claiming the D and repping Flint Pushing old school whips on 20s they kept in tint Represent, represent (x4) They call me El, I'm not your legal type of fella Bong smoker Pipe inhaler Keep a strong poker Face, playing my cards right, Cops will run in your place for hard white, treat you wrong, poke ya I know these snitches telling in fact I'm smelling a rat and the aroma is quite thick They shut down your light lick bright quick Charging you with shit that might stick Frank White All you little niggas with locs on Counting your figures, downing liquors, getting your smokes on For the hood putting your city on the map Young girls throw they Kitty And they titties on your lap Catch you slipping while you tricking Stick the clip in, to get paid and leave you sicker than that AIDS symptom They play your man like fools, feel the heat from the tools Empty your wallet take off your jewels, you know the rules Represent, represent (x4) See my stacks is fat, this is what it's about Ice Cube conflict with MC Ren Around the time when 3rd Bass was dissed by X-Clan I used to wake up every morning with My ear in a box , Kane, Finesse, Freddie Foxxx The Nas CD GangStarr The Lox Now-a-days I need the greening of cash just like the next man Using my mind to make shit move, just like an X-Man I'm talking checks, grands, commas and zeros Growing up, my heroes palm firearms at dineros Some of them went to jail, got life in the cell Others got death, dwelling in Hell, most of 'em fail When you laying low and the police is hot on your trail Do you think of suicide or are you plotting for bail? This is words of wisdom from El Try to rise up above Keep an eye out for snakes, represent, one love Represent, represent (x4)
Writer(s): Lawrence Johnson, Beresford Romeo, Ross Anderson, Simon Alban Law, Lain Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out