Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls is the illest Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Representing BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking Chickenheads be clucking in my

We the best DJ Khaled we the best Who we nigga The winner I represent the ghetto across the world And you represent the horde two hands in the sky I'm so hood (listen) I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place

(Oy oy oy oy oy oy oy oy) Afro de Colombia que (Oy oy oy, oy oy oy oy oy oy oy oy) Representamos donde quiera Orgullosa de mi bandera Te lo digo de una vez

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm still fucking with ya Still waters run deep Still

Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey Watch how I put it down Just wanna keep all your attention baby (Get on that thang and represent) (Get on that thang, get on that thang) I be representin', representin' Hey can I grab the wheel and drive you crazy Sit

I'm gonna love while I still got the time Thirty nine candles burnt out on a cake Each representing a million mistakes The last one still burns, there's a wish I can make This time I'm getting it right So I close my eyes and I take a deep breath And I

To all my thugs who puffed him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the

Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine (The world is yours, the world is yours) I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the

Represent, represent! Represent ya'll, represent! Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzling

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on