"Please baby, please don't leave"



[R. Prophit]

We represent the slums.. alright..

Let's get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad

Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad

We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn't half bad

But Doug was always on us bout the things that we never had

Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town

Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down

Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now

I'd pro'ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound

I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin

in case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight

I'm drinkin Milk of Magnesia, but still I ain't feelin straight

Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate



[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background]

Represent the slums... represent the slums...

Represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...

Represent the slums... represent the slums...

Represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...



[Big V]

Bummy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out

Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house

Ran what you tried to run, came how you tried to come

Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you

Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime

Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be

Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real

Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggaz hell for real

Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right

National Geographic ain't, fuckin with this wildlife

Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite

Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rules tonight!



[Hook] - 2X



[Scales]

Now once again, you see me layin down the law

These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle got a flaw

Bitch I'm Southern bred

That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest

I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest

And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order

Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter

Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it

Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits

Cuz in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble

Guarunteed I got that shit, niggaz dyin to sample

Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia

Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!)



[Hook]