What We Rep - Reef The Lost Cauze

Yo it’s the N-O-Y-D, Q.B.

first infantry

Mr. Air-it-out, Give Up Your Goods, do your history

Hip’s where the pistol be, wrists all glittery

On the grind and I got a bad bitch form Cicily

You think of G you picture me, cops keep frisking me

Cause I stay fresh like a mouth full of Listerine

Ready for whatever whenever, you hear me man?

Niggas like «Noyd chill», but niggas wanna kill me man damn

Niggas wanna get me for my Benjamin’s, but stop

Cause I’ll put the fucking Glock to your next of kin

I keep it militant, don’t make the barrel spin

His like Cypress Hill I Could Just Kill A Man

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump

Sipping on some Hennessy, puffing on a blunt

Going at your shorty, your shorty’s trying to stunt

I’m like la-la-la-la-la-la

You see the slums, the gutter, the ghetto, the dirt

The drama, the narcs, the sharks, the metal, the work

The spics, the chinks, the niggas, the gods, and the earths

The loss, the pain, the evil, the wicked, the hurt

The thugs, the slugs, the gangs, the gangster, the turf

The diesel, the haze, the h, the ex, or the perc

The bodies, the bullets, the chalk, the blood, and the hearse

What you expect?

It’s what we rep

Yo from Queen’s Bridge to Free’s crib (Philly)

Put the chrome where your teeth is and tell you to breathe in

Inhale my clip, I’m off the deep end

I train in the mountains like Batman Begins

The nicest niggas was rocking bombers and sheepskins

I’m a cannibal, I break bones and eat skin

It’s all real with me homeboy, you pretend

I’m all day with it, you thug on the weekend

I hold mines, smoke dro and blow nines

I rep myself, you need a motherfucking co-sign

Like a car loan, I’m a star homes

Break your jaw bone, big headed bitch like Star Jones

And I’m gone not before I grip a Glock

Shoot a rapper to death, now that’s real hip hop

Stop talking like you will cause you will not

I’m from where they sling more heroin than Gil Scott

You see the slums, the gutter, the ghetto, the dirt

The drama, the narcs, the sharks, the metal, the work

The spics, the chinks, the niggas, the gods, and the earths

The loss, the pain, the evil, the wicked, the hurt

The thugs, the slugs, the gangs, the gangster, the turf

The diesel, the haze, the h, the ex, or the perc

The bodies, the bullets, the chalk, the blood, and the hearse

What you expect?

It’s what we rep