Respect

LETRA

Respect

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggas gon' make me one
For real, leave me alone, shit
You fucking with the wrong one brother
I'm telling ya

I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about killing ya
With machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
Putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggas anatomy
And watching him die slow
You need full clips to push up in the joint
When you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
'cause theses motherfuckers will push him to the point
That you'll end up locked down doing push ups in the joint
But they'll box you in the corner
And you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
Ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
Till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
Till there's a murial on your block and some candles
Who want to die?

[Chorus:]
I don't want to kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't want to kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't want to kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'cause I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respect

My Teflons will have you screaming like Wyclef Jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
But if they ever get the watch on my left arm
I'ma have more bury than that guy Stephon
First they put that white seed over you brother
Then the newspapers put you all over the cover
Then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
Next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends greaving
When you pull the marijuana
I'ma want to kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
But I'm loosing my patience
Fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
Now it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man

[Chorus]

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm saying prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs going into me
I'm just trying to live my life
So niggas better give me my respect or give me life

[Chorus]

Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it,
Niggas will push you to that point man
Niggas will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you want to kill a nigga man
Yea