Respect
(专辑: 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