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    "Respect" Lyrics


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

    I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
    with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
    putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
    and watchin 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
    cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
    that you'll end up locked down doin 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 murial on your block and some candles
    who wanna die?

    I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk
    I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump
    I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
    cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck

    my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
    but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
    ima 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 greavin
    when you pull the marijuana
    ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
    but I'm loosin 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


    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 herre 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 sayin 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 goin into me
    I'm just tryin to live my life
    So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life


    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..
    Niggaz will push you to that point man
    Niggaz will play with you so much man
    Aggravate you so much man
    That you wanna kill a nigga man
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by John Jackson, John David Jackson, Laban Reeves.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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