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Artist:Method Man  Album:Biscuits  Writer:DIGGS ROBERT F  Composer:SMITH CLIFFORD M 

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What? What you want? Represent, represent, represent Yeah, represent check it out check it out Yo mama don't wear no drawers! I saw her when she took them off! Standin' on the welfare line, eatin' swine Tryin' to look fine, with her stank behind You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast Meth Tical got style with his nasty ass Are you ready to face the consequences and suffer? I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it Get lost, I break you off something I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and You was nothin' Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan had ya fuckin' back but they was frontin' Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin' Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a drunken Master disaster at enemy rap functions Huh, just an echo Yoo-hoo ripin'-ripin', in the valley Yoo-hoo ripin'-ripin', so to bring back Sweet memories of you And you can even ask your crew Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your

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