Represent - Kam

A smile on my face but death behind my eyes

When I pull a trigga, nigga, don’t be surprised

I realize, that niggas don’t give a fuck

Been down so long, now it’s time to press my luck on comin' up

Because the hustle just in me

And when I bend a corner, niggas be green with envy

‘Cause I hit the switch upon y’all ditches, fuck some bitches

‘Cause I’m a mack and y’all niggas in love, bitch-crazy

I’m tryna get money daily

I ain’t got paid for no muthafuckin' raps yet

That’s why I ain’t gave up the fuckin' sack yet

Wack ass niggas irritate my ears

When I, blow the chronic, to relax my mind

Say check 1, 2, 1, 2, and come out on time

L.A., the land of milk and honey

But fuck that fame, without no muthafuckin' money

I get some work and go outta town

Before a nigga like the Mister K-Mack get clowned

Niggas say fuck what the contract say

It’s '94, that shit don’t work no more

And niggas, they be saltin' me, sayin' I can’t rap

I know who it is and we’ll see about that, yeah

Who lasts the longest, and who stay up on it

When upon a mic, I’m slayin' all opponents

Macks like myself slip and slide to the left of the police, no peace

Niggas that’s weak won’t last

Outta gas while I make more cash

Tryna check a mint and representin' on that ass

Ha ha, damn, here we go

Last song on the album;

that was my nigga K-Mack

Watts up, shoutout to Layback

Ain’t forgot about you baby

Fuck with this, D-Dope with that rap twist

Givin' a fuck about a young hoe that I hit

This is the Dope

You knowin' about the bitches I’m tossin'

Never flossin', ‘cause all the fancy shit is straight costin' a grip

And on the East, we ain’t got it like that

Just a handful of young hogs with 9-millimeter straps

Dangerous, thug life, dog ass niggas

Young Joe, Mister Felony, D-Dope, cap peelers

And the gang that come from, nigga be tryna jack

Suicidal thoughts leave from my head and see back

Through the hood where I make my own rules with the Tec

Niggas get no respect and punk hoes I neglect, fool

Take it from a gangsta that be makin' ‘em bow down

I got that muthafuckin' hawkeye, bitch, you ride around

Clown studio niggas every time, now you see

Fuckin' off cops, capital W-A-TT

D from the Eastside could never be a punk

I roll with my indo, nigga, and my pistol-grip pump

Get wit' a real nigga if you thinkin' that you can fade

If you can’t, ay girl, I gotta be gettin' paid

I’m the number one life-taker, nigga, what I said

It’s me, Eastside what I represent

Yeah, y’all ain’t knowin'

Shoutout my nigga Young Joe, Mister Felony, D-Dope

Y’all know what’s poppin', Big Grand

Who we got up next?

Bitchmade muthafuckas always gettin' shit twisted

Mark ass niggas claimin' that they realistic

But missed it by a long shot, you in the wrong spot

Fakin' the funk, we ain’t takin' ya, punk

I’m stayin' down for mine, but at the same time comin' up

Fuck a fed, watch a basehead bum a cup

I’m tryna check a knot, gots me a hustle

Steady gettin' sex ‘cause I’m flexin' muscle

Run my game like a pro, so call me Boy Wonder

A/K/A Solo, you can’t get under

Number one from the clique, trick niggas can’t see me or Jess

Or the W-A-Double T-S

My niggas J-Low always ridin' shotgun

Puts me up on the strap if I ain’t got one

Watts done?

Much dirt, so niggas take a hint

We be playin' for keeps when we represent

Yeah, Watts Up, this is Big Jess

Givin' shouts out to all my homies on the Eastside that’s straight stayin' down

Yeah, KAM, wrap this shit up

So it’s the KAM and Watts Up representin' to the fullest

From the shoulders, razorblades, hand grenades or bullets

Ain’t nothin' goin' on but the war

So shut the door, if you want clout, it’s all about what you stand for

And, or, live and work, kill and die

And after so many years of stayin' down, it got me feelin' high

So why must I keep bein' tested

Once I regulate, you wanna have me arrested

Bird-chested niggas, you oughta know better

‘Cause when it comes to battlin', I’m a go-getter

A four-letter word is goin' out to every single enemy

Before you learned the lingo you shoulda been a G

Now look at what these niggas made me say

Peace to Elwood from the hood and Big Lady K

I’m signin' out while y’all busta niggas ain’t made a dent

And the truth is what I represent