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Pastor Troy

"Represent"

Yeah, What (repeat 7x)

Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?

[Lil' Flip]
They told me I can't talk about ice no more
But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more
I get it crunk in the club, n*ggas get drunk in the club
When I perform me a ho, n*ggas get jumped in the club
But I'm used to that sh*t, so it ain't no need to run
And just because you gotta gun don't mean that's the only one
So if you came here to chill n*gga, just chill and sh*t
Cuz you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this sh*t
I bet, I bet I could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
Cuz I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
I got my name on my jersey like I play with the team
I'mma H-Town n*gga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!)
And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!)
So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man
It's Lil' Flip, representin' Clova Land

[Hook 1: Lil' Flip]
I'm reppin' H-Town till the day that I die
If you look me in the eyes you could tell I'm high
Yeah you could talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
Cuz when it's time to ride n*gga, I won't get caught
(repeat)

[David Banner]
I'm from the J the A the C to the K..Town, Mississippi b*tch
And boy we'll blow off ya face
Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is trill
f*ck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed
From the white sheets walkin', snitch n*gga talkin'
Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin'
Like WOOF!, n*gga stop beggin' me please
How you gon' walk and talk sh*t if I blow off yo knees
I'll have ya walkin' like a parrott do, stick foot pus*y you
The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too
I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's
And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya C-L..K
Ya body done got carried away
Mississippi til' I die b*tch so have a nice day
Or a long ass night n*gga
Yeah yo death is settin' in muthaf*cka ain't no need for you to fight n*gga

[Hook 2: David Banner]
Throw yo sets up n*gga, and raise em' real high
David Banner in this b*tch, Mississippi til' I die
(repeat 4x)

[DJ Paul]
Now I'mma M-Town reppa, like no other
Mask on my face cause I ride undercover
I'mma mean-mugga, a n*gga ho up from the show up
And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up
When I roll up, it is a hold up
Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe
Cause all I wanna hear is ching-ching
Like casino slots, or this hot Glock
Get c*cked, leave a n*gga shot in the parkin' lot
For his stash spot

[Juicy J]
No more gangstas in this b*tch (this b*tch)
With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
And you know that we runnin' this thang (this thang)
n*gga step, I'mma let my nuts hang (nuts hang)
You can get yo ass shot popped, put off in a head-lock
Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop-phop
Shot yeah you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped
Memphis, Tenn. in this b*tch thought you knew we don't stop

[Hook 3: DJ Paul]
We some M-Town n*ggas and we gonna turn it out
Memphis, Tenn. in this muthaf*cka ho, shut ya mouth
(repeat 4x)

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