What U Rep Lyrics - Singles - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

[Prodigy] 

Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo? 

Is it real? Really? .. 

Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo 

Show y'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 wanna 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 y'all was, wish y'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 y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type 

Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light 

[Chorus]