(Chorus: Lil' Hawk):

I represent for my n***as. (Woop woop!) (x4)

(Verse 1: Lil' Hawk):

I feel a bitch-made n***a always laugh fast, so all that gang talking shit, better get you blasted
You better know first of all who you fucking with, whoever hatin' on the Bloods go and suck a dick
Real n***a from the gate when they was scared to play, when they got my n***a Braze then we Mafia Lane
Then after that, the streets were never the same, real n***as show me love, bitches scream my name
My enemies try to test every now and then, but they got served fucking with the CEM's
You can rap how you want, i'm not a rapper, i'm wrapping mothafuckas up, gun clapper
I'm from the side, of the I, where the bitches skanless, they say the shit about my n***as, (inaudible: they could be banished), (inaudible: i bust this dick and push this shit a lotta n***a dead), i'm standing (inaudible: fuckless), fuck them hoes, i'm on a chase of bread

(Chorus: Lil' Hawk):

I represent for my n***as. (Woop woop!) (x8)

(Verse 2: Lil' Hawk):

(Inaudible: Broad day like walk up on they ass again), steady hand, perfect aim so i don't miss
One thing you should know, this is not a game, little homie on the 10, he'll blow your brains
All this little n***a knows he from Mafia gang, this on (inaudible: thirty) banged out, man, shit the same. I'm tryna tell you, don't bring your ass around here, fuck around and get, hunted like a brown deer
In my hood, it's just like a prison yard, we just got the bitches, not the prison guards. I got my mothafucking n***as in the gun towers, come through, with that bullshit, you gettin' showered
I remember hangin' out, on the L, dawg. Thinkin' 'bout, gettin' money, like Shelldawg. Big homie, rest in peace, i share my love, i represent for my n***as, (inaudible: Westsidin' Blood)!

(Outro: Lil' Hawk):

I represent for my n***as. (Woop woop!) (x14)