Artist: Big Shug f/ Singapore Kane, Termanology Album: Otherside of the Game Song: My Boston Typed by: email@example.com [Intro] [Big Shug talking] Yeah, we got it poppin right now, Boston baby. This is my town. Uh ha I got some peeps with me though. My man Singapore Kane, Termanology Ah ha. We goin' in right now. Hold it down for Boston baby It's our time right now. We ain't got next, we got now You feel me? Boston, that's what it is. Ah ha, yeah, here we go [Scratching] "Reppin' Boston" - Big Shug [Verse One] [Big Shug] It's not the NBA, we don't jump in the air and bump It's around the way, where cats jump outta the car and dump Boston Where some cats, guns are props Some pop, some end up in the morgue shop From Blue Hill Ave, to Talbot Ave, to Derby Park I pushed the whips, hustle my money, and got my start Norfolk Park is where I rocked and bared my soul Boston, outta control, death toll We got cops on foot, and bike patrol It's been the same way since I was eight years old Racism We beat that back I seen the whole world, but I still keep comin' back I love my town, not for Paul Revere But for Big Shug's legend and Murderpan Square Touch the stage, as a GangStarr survivor I rep for Boston, and it gets no liver Than... [Chorus] [Big Shug] Boston, aye My Boston, ho My town My Boston, hey My Boston, ho "Reppin' Boston" My town My Boston, hey My Boston, ho My Boston, hey "Reppin' Boston" [Verse Two] [Singapore Kane] Yo, think of Boston I think of racists, Charles Stuart cases Crooked jakes shine flashlights in our faces Home of the Red Sox, Celtics, and the Patriots And crash dummy kids with guns ready to spray shit Every city's the same shit, don't matter the size Anywhere the population is poor, then you got crimes Some dudes be doin' crimes, some dudes be doin' rhymes Salute, my dawgs in the System doin' their time What you think? Cause we got Harvard Boston niggas don't be robbin', mobbin' when we starvin'? Smoke blunts like Redeye back in the Garden We'll see who's hard, when you're confronted by my squadron Talk on and on 'bout your million gats, but if you're pussy We'll skin you like Brazilian Wax A lotta cats die flossin' Bitches shed tears for years cause you got Paul Pierced in my Boston [Chorus] [Big Shug] Boston, aye My Boston, ho My town My Boston, hey My Boston, ho "Reppin' Boston" My town My Boston, hey My Boston, ho My Boston, hey "Reppin' Boston" [Verse Three] [Termanology] One two Jeah, it's the L-A-W-T-O-W-N Law-town, niggas done it again Let me tell you 'bout my city It's wild gritty I got a hundred and fifty spics that ride with me Wanna know 'bout crooked cops livin' in Boston? Hit the block, bust a homie, cop get the pardon You can learn about my Bean in Hi-D These sirens in my dreams It's a wild scene Mamas in the street pick up their son, like "Why me? " No I.D., the boy got stuck like I.V.s Throw my threes, these wild streets, can't retire me On my beats, they all bang, like I signed with Preem Legendary like, Paul Pierce in the wheelchair Lotta cats hatin' on me, but I'm still here From Hell-town, back to Mattapan Square Beware! What a wonderful place to live [Chorus] [Big Shug] Boston, aye My Boston, ho My town My Boston, hey My Boston, ho "Reppin' Boston" My town My Boston, hey My Boston, ho My Boston, hey "Reppin' Boston"