Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - Respect My Grind lyrics

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme
That's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme
That make niggas punch nine
One what dum dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids from crying
Too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me
I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage
Of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if's and's or but's
Somebody is deaf in it
The game got a lot of rappers
But, I am the best in it nigga move

Fake niggas step aside
Cause them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine
But there is nothing you can do oo
We ready, we ready for you


So respect my hustle my struggle
My mind and my grind
I can make it to the top
When they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger
Talking back to you i done paid my dues
To get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle
My mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green
Your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green
I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team
Get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line
Headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know
That go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle
Naw I don't need a pen it's me your kin
The one major labels love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the line
Did you get him, naw yep I kept with it
The rap book I slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool
And my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa
Now Koopa addressing it stop crying playa
Go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money against my uppercut punch
And let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut
And your left get left squinted Koopa

Fake niggas step aside
Cause them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine
But there is nothing you can do oo
We ready, we ready for you
So respect my hustle my struggle
My mind and my grind
I can make it to the top
When they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger
Talking back to you i done paid my dues
To get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle
My mind and my grind

I'm the people's champ
You the people's chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the road to success
And I'm ready to drive i'm in the fast lane
You still trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine
You been talking down
But, you be riding my dick
Soon as I come around
I know you see me shining
I know it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent
I've been it from the start
I always kept it real
You always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always showed hate
You think the game owe you
But, you ain't got a clue
If you be good to the game
It'll be good to you
You claiming that you real
But, you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies
You falling off fast
You trying to sprint as fast as you can
The whole race but, you'd be better off
Keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place

Fake niggas step aside
Cause them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine
But there is nothing you can do oo
We ready, we ready for you
So respect my hustle my struggle
My mind and my grind
I can make it to the top
When they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger
Talking back to you i done paid my dues
To get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle
My mind and my grind