Fat Joe, Raekwon - Respect Mine lyrics

Yo, what's up, kid? How you, yeah
Straight up and down
This is the Chef comin' out of Wu Tang Clan
Representin Shaolin to the fullest, son!
I mean, I'm here right now with my nigga
Fat Ji doe representin' the Boogie Down
And the rest of the Tri-Borough
So what we gonna do right here, son?
Ayo, matter fact, son, I'm
Tired of these niggas, man!
Word up!

Hey yo
It's total devastation for any MC that poses
I paint the town red with clips
And dum dums and bloodshed
The Fat MC, from the B-X
Vicious like a T-Rex
Who slips into a three-X
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
Don't know the meaning of real
Check the dictionary
I got no time for conversation
Makin' MC's run for the
Border like the immigration
A Puerto Rican villain who be
Dealin' and illin' for nothin'
You ain't a playa, you just bluffin'
Point blank
We can even do this with gats and shanks
It's your selection
I can become president without elections
I got mad connections, Fat Joe
The rap wizard brainstorms come in swarms
Get lost in the blizzard
Word to mother, I take your life
Sodomize your daughter and make a
Widow out your wife
It's the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat Joe
You know The Yung and Resless respect this
To all the fake MC's

Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now

Yo, who gets wrecked on the spot?
You get wrecked on the spot
I got this whole rap shit locked
Many MCs perpetrated and gladiated
I'm number one so yo, they hate it
Listen here, suckers
You don't wanna meet the chuckers
It's the same motherfucker who said
"Fuck the ruckus" back in ninety-three
When everything was fine and dandy
I was the nigga puttin' razors
In your kids' candy
Mad connivin', it don't get any worser
Best reverse them thoughts, disperse
Even if you get loud and curse
You don't put any fear in my heart
Don't even start, you get torn apart
Fat Joe, livin' the life
Yo, I get trife, and do a number on that ass
With the butcher knife, slice after slice
Yeah causin' more destructional horror
Than the anti-christ
Niggas know the motherfuckin' time
Joe represents B-Lawn, respect mine

Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now
Nigga respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
Ch-chk-BLAOW! Move from the gate now