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Utwór: Respect My Mind

  • wykonawca: Hot Boys
  • album: Guerrilla Warfare
  • wyświetleń: 1102

[Lil' Wayne]
  What
  Check, check
  Head buster, set ripper
  Neighborhood superstar
  Corner splitter
  While we dispose of
  Nigga broad hitter
  Hot Boys soldier
  Expedition flipper, hell
  Niggas be terrified from us 'cause they know how we play
  Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a K
  I'm just a scrub, I can't scuff; I'm too light to fight
  I'm lil' too thin to win so I ride at night
  You're fake, respect, nigga
  You're playin' with the wrong one
  I'll break your neck, nigga
  You're playin' with the wrong gun
  I use K's to wet niggas
  I'm sprayin' the whole room
  Better watch your back, nigga
  Lil' one, that's a wrap
  March nigga step up when I.. I bust a cap
  Niggas drop like (whistle) splat
  Keep jokin' here, and I'm gon' show you what I'm 'bout
  Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
    (Chorus)
  [Lil' Wayne]
  Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
  Respect my mind or have them boys in your house
  [B.G.]
  Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome
  Respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on
  [Lil' Wayne]
  Respect my mind 'cause we that Hot Boy clique
  Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this
  [B.G.]
  Respect my mind, look, we'll fuck your bitch
  Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit
    [Juvenile]
  Nigga, watch me grow up
  When I was small he had plan
  My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man
  My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure
  Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods
  I understood at a young age my poppa would spray
  Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face
  He'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable
  But he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable
  Who undercover slow he made deals under the table
  Workin' for the Feds 'round my people wearin' a cable
  My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope
  All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke
  Moved back inside the projects in summer of '84
  Developed my hustlin' skills from Yomey and Black Zo
  When I got to the point that I wasn't small no more
  Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough
  I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know
  Swear to God I ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know
  I got a few under my belt and I'ma make it one more
  Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor
  Respect my mind
    (Chorus)
    [B.G.]
  Me, Wayne, Turk, and Juvenile gettin' blunted
  In Fresh pearl-white Suburb 1500
  No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick
  He should have knew Hot Boys wasn't bringin' back shit
  That's how the game go, and that's how the game get played
  Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed
  All week long, look, I'm a nigga on the grind
  All year round I make you niggas respect my mind
  Every single day it's a must I tote that fuckin' iron
  Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed
  I blues blocks to bust heads
  I use glocks and play hotels to the Feds
  Niggas know I ain't the one to be repped on
  Move when I'm comin' through, or you get stepped on
  I don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on
  I'm shootin' through that, thought you knew that
  That's how B.Geezy do that
  I ride dirty, and when I ride you die
  All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind
    (Chorus)
    [Turk]
  Nigga, respect my mind
  Can't, then stay your distance
  Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin'
  I soak your spot when you're repping on me
  Get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me
  What's happenin', wodie
  Do you think you ready for us
  Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must
  Come through your cut
  Nigga, it's over, don't spook now
  'Cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha
  Nigga. fuck all that; I ain't gon' talk, I'ma save it
  Original H.B., nigga, I ride Mercedes
  A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures
  Wear soldiers and 'Bauds, and gettin' richer and richer
  I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes
  Nigga, respect my mind or I'll knock off your nose
    (Chorus 2x)
    [Lil' Wayne]
  Respect my mind
  

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