Respect

(альбом: Street Dreams - 2003)

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggas gonna' 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 dillingers
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 these 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 wanna
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 mural on your block and some candles
Who wanna die?

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna kill no one
But I ain't no motherfucking punk
I don't wanna kill no one
But I ain't no motherfucking chump
I don't wanna kill no one
But I ain't no motherfucking clown
Cause I'm gonna 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'm gonna have more bury than that guy stephon
First they put that white sheet 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 grieving
When pulling marijuana
I'm gonna wanna 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
Uhh

[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
Uhh


[Chorus]

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