I'm supposed to represent
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[Verse 1]
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I'm too motherfuckin raw to be all, worried if these broads, is fuckin with me
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Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp
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Nomore of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt
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Can't work, same dirt I thought I had wiped off
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The same jerk that used to jerk Paul now he's my boss
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Lonely if I lost, my light on the pathway
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Nomore Bubba K., just as white as a trash day
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Say you can take the boy out of the country
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But can't take the country out the boy, even with money
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I believe it was funny, I was deceivingly burning
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At the Four Seasons, all four seasons with Sunny
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But I'll be just fine, the grind's in my bloodline
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It's what's in your guts time, baby I'm one rhyme
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From being what that man paid me to be
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Wasn't no concrete but I was raised by the streets
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[Chorus]
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It's your turn, you supposed to represent
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Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
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Stop Playin', you supposed to represent
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It's only right, you supposed to represent
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It's your turn, you supposed to represent
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Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
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Stop Playin', you supposed to represent
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Not only get money, you supposed to represent
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[Verse 2]
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Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find out where you really are
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Let the cut burn then you know you earned it when it scars
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I been a star, my name rang bells
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But it means not a thing if it can't bring sales
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If you ain't seen hell you should get a load of this
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Just a dose of hopelessness while you sip your Mo and Cris
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If I ain't on your list, shit you can't win them all
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But until he died, most of y'all ain't fuck wit Biggie Smalls
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Atleast south of D.C. and west of Pittsbrug
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That points, they don't know you 'til you resting in dirt
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If resting is sure, a loser isn't sexiness
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So make me the deadliest, MC I guess it just
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Wasn't meant that I be mentioned with the greatest spittin then
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Lord atleast let me get it up and pay the rent again
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You may intend to win but my alternative's
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The coffin or the furnacing, talking more determinant
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy?
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Really now, how far did you think you can push me?
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Before I snap, just like that and bust back
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Fear, he don't live around here, what's that?
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What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy?
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Really now, how far did you think you can push me?
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Before I snap, just like that and bust back
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Fear, he don't live around here, what's that?
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[Verse 3]
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Just stack, get your mind right and get your cheddar better
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Volcano gone erupt, it won't lay at rest forever
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Every level of the game, these country boys gettin to it
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Nothin but your lips is movin, Hush you body shit and do it
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I been knew it, you don't wanna jump bad
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Hatin escalates and you don't want it to become that
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I'm from that, dying breed of white MC
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That knows what it's like to be told it ain't right to be
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Rappin, now adapting just so happens it's the thing now
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To get a cracker on your roster since Marshall came out
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I can't explain how, vital time it is
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Even now I wouldn't exchange our lives, mine for his
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Like this
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[Chorus]
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Represent
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Bubba Sparxxx |