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Philthy Rich
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I Represent It
Chea, Stretch what up nigga, ey, won't let ya'll down nigga, chea ey, ey, It's Philthy. ok, ok, Town Thizznizz, chea Funk or Die nigga, ey it's Philthy Rich. Ey, ey, ey, It's the kid bitch niggas know what's happenin' Nigga play with me, then them guns get the clappin' Semi-automatic and the fullies too I must know the game, see I'm a bully fool Streets on lock, yea I'm a block boy I represent it from the top to the block boy I hold it down for my niggas locked in them cells Side like the ground, my niggas won't tell Three time felons, nigga no bail Ain't coming home, my niggas going through hell So I send them mail put dollars on they books I do this shit for ya'll, you hear it in the hook Real nigga in you're face, bitch nigga look I lost a real nigga that them bitch niggas took I leave a nigga shook For playing with mine Everywhere I go, I'm staying with mine I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy I represent it from the top to the block boy All my niggas out there on them blocks boy Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy This for my niggas out there still hustling All my niggas out there that's really thuged up Fake ass niggas, ain't moving nothing Just running they mouth, a whole lot of bluffing I fuck with real niggas like Fin, Rob, and Rell And my nigga Tae Tae fresh out of jail Mone doing 10, Mane took 4, and I ain't seen lil Dame since 04' Dope game like the rap game if you ain't know A lot of fake niggas in the way selling soap So I aim for the throat, show them how I feel Choke a bitch nigga out and beat him with the steel Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Always keep it real, until my cask close And keep my eyes open when I blast the 4's Keep it 100, show you niggas love Cause' they was around before these other niggas was I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy I represent it from the top to the block boy All my niggas out there on them blocks boy Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy These fuck niggas ain't been to the hood before Keep talking that shit, but I already know I'm from the hottest turf, in the fucking East A kill zone the police scared of my street They don't come down there without they pistols drawn But my niggas ain't worried bout them pistols, don't Cause' my niggas out there, with they pistols on And they going be out there until they piss them zones, ey So square niggas better get it right Get up on the mic and wanna start a fake life Young Philthy Rich, yea I really get that cake right Been out, seen all day, I'm finna pull an all night Me I'm all right While you other niggas all wrong Real Town business, the fake niggas all gone Yea we done moved on, in a real back No baking soda, the shits real crack I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy I represent it from the top to the block boy All my niggas out there on them blocks boy Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy Chea nigga, real Town bidness at it's mother fucking finnest, Sem City, Philthy mother fucking Rich, Funk or Die nigga, Yea Stretch what up nigga, feel me, good looking on this one mane, got the fake niggas out the circle mane, feel me, real niggas do real things, Livewire nigga, chea
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