Mathematics, Raekwon, Method Man, Cappadonna - Respect Mine lyrics
[Mathematics, Raekwon, Method Man, Cappadonna - Respect Mine lyrics]
Fuck ya'll niggas is talkin' bout?
(clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas
Ya'll niggas is all pussy that's my word
Ya'll know how the realest niggas is
Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch
Straight up i put all this right there
On niggas in HTM's son aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
All magazines lit, fly life we live
The lingo is to let, ya'll niggas know
How niggas rep
I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
Triflin' work
Let's murder everything that move on the set
Goin' back to basics
Shit you catch case with
Style laced with, arsonic
Before you taste it
Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it
I heard Rob Based it
"Bad boys" retire out the game
Just like Mase did dish it out and take it
To where I'm bout to go and
Everybody ain't gon' make it
Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
Most of us attack shit, mean Benz
Ballin' wit the bad chick
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison
Map shit
Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
To every mean queen clean
Keep it black chick my motto, CREAM
Green bottle of the phat shit
"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
(Uh, uh, what, for real nigga
Step the fuck off?)
Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggas in whips
Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit
Fly honey dip
Streets and clips is what we live for
Rub on the floor
Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four
Rugged and raw
Righteous and more, we the gliders
The outsiders
Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
We the livest and carry the heaters
Coke is in the meters
Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
Love hood rats and love divas, love money
Love sex
Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
All in together now, follow me the Method
Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
No love here, no tender, love and care
But MC's, I'm starvin', niggas best prepare
For consumption, for wack assumption
You can catch a bad one or somethin'
From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
Drunk inside the function
+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
For Bobby Digital +Supreme
Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
+Immobilarity+ they can't breath
Til they +Blackout!+
I used to write and smoke
L's in the crackhouse
Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
Check your ego at the door
Better wipe your feet before you step me
Or it's yourz!
(clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas
Ya'll niggas is all pussy that's my word
Ya'll know how the realest niggas is
Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch
Straight up i put all this right there
On niggas in HTM's son aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
All magazines lit, fly life we live
The lingo is to let, ya'll niggas know
How niggas rep
I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
Triflin' work
Let's murder everything that move on the set
Goin' back to basics
Shit you catch case with
Style laced with, arsonic
Before you taste it
Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it
I heard Rob Based it
"Bad boys" retire out the game
Just like Mase did dish it out and take it
To where I'm bout to go and
Everybody ain't gon' make it
Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
Most of us attack shit, mean Benz
Ballin' wit the bad chick
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison
Map shit
Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
To every mean queen clean
Keep it black chick my motto, CREAM
Green bottle of the phat shit
"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
(Uh, uh, what, for real nigga
Step the fuck off?)
Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggas in whips
Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit
Fly honey dip
Streets and clips is what we live for
Rub on the floor
Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four
Rugged and raw
Righteous and more, we the gliders
The outsiders
Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
We the livest and carry the heaters
Coke is in the meters
Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
Love hood rats and love divas, love money
Love sex
Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
All in together now, follow me the Method
Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
No love here, no tender, love and care
But MC's, I'm starvin', niggas best prepare
For consumption, for wack assumption
You can catch a bad one or somethin'
From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
Drunk inside the function
+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
For Bobby Digital +Supreme
Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
+Immobilarity+ they can't breath
Til they +Blackout!+
I used to write and smoke
L's in the crackhouse
Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
Check your ego at the door
Better wipe your feet before you step me
Or it's yourz!