Lyrics:

Representin'

[Sample:] 'Da East Coast Jungle'

[Verse 1]
Ayo I ill like a skin on Miss Appeal
Try to win, victor will
-Not! Y'll catch a buck shot!
I got nuff props since I was a young buck
Cause I didn't give a fuck
If I got stuck I will come back
To beat on muthaphukkas like a jump track
I keep my speckin' on the bitches of the scum sack
1994 is all about the East Coast
Thought the other shit was war? Well they couldn't get close
To the niggas from Brooklyn, bully to the berry
Niggas actin' illy bustin' bullets in a flurry
Can't forget the South Bronx, or live in Manhattan
Then you gon' hire where the Dominicans be fat
And then Jersey is ill town, blew what they be gettin'
Jersey City you trettin', niggas strictly representin'
For the East Coast! Cause I never hear enough of that shit
And I be damned cause we the ones that got the phat shit
Pump this in ya muthaphukkin whip if ya dare
Even if you think you can flip, I don't care
You need take a muthaphukkin trip over here
For you can have that muthaphukkin shit in ya ear
In the jungle

[Cut vocal sample:]
(You couldn't come to the) jungles of da East (poppin' that yang)

[Verse 2]
Ayo I plan to astand niggas by a large sum
Not the Digable Planets, but yo check where I'm from
I live where I'm from, I love where I'm from
And if you thought I didn't, ayo you muthaphukkin dumb
I come from Brooklyn New York and get the pills berry dough
I really got my hook of body rocks, burry dough
Ayo out in the burrough even cops went real
Cuz just because you got to dazzle me
You won't get berry dough, so
Who the fuck wanna check game?
When you break it down, every ghetto gets same
But niggas wanna front like where they at is just the- All that
So, like you know, I just came to throw the ball back
For the jungle

[Cut vocal sample:]
(You couldn't come to the) jungles of da East (poppin' that yang)

[Verse 3]
To the East Coast stealers, and the dealers
They're the ones that really feel this
On the realest, for the ghetto big willies
Like Caryn in tha hall, like (???)
Starin', starin', punks over there and
Bloods in the air, we don't watch what we wear and
Timbs, brims, five star rims
On the rugged pathfinder, whith the niggas all in
Been, it's all about the hunt for the skins
When you enter the East Coast jungle
You can catch a smack runnin' back, if you fumble
We be in the slumbs sellin' drums by the bundle
If you wanna come, get your guns, we can rumble
When you stumble, and fall
You can then call: the ambulance
Cause you don't stand a chance
And like a dealer I'll let you know in advance
We get ill inside the club, we don't dance
In the jungle

[Cut vocal sample throughout:]
(You couldn't come to the) jungles of da East (poppin' that yang)

[Outro]
Ayo, Manchester is an East Coast jungle
Niggas in North Town: East Coast jungle
Boston, that's a fuckin East Coast jungle
Even Providence is an East Coast jungle
Niggas in Connecticut: East Coast jungle
Even New York is an East Coast jungle
Niggas in Jersey: East Coast jungle
Niggas in Philly: East Coast jungle
Niggas in Baltimore: East Coast jungle
Even D.C. is an East Coast jungle
Yo, Virginia: East Coast jungle
North Charolina be tha East Coast jungle
South Charolina is an East Coast jungle
Niggas in Atlanta, that's an East Coast jungle
Even Florida is an East Coast jungle
If you come around to the East, don't stumble
Ayo...
This nigga is weighing 50 backs, some ill shit
How? HOW? Fuck that, I ain't doin' no more
East Coast jungle is in da house
And we out