Respect

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers

I ain't no killer right

But y'all niggas gonna' make me one

For real.. leave me alone, shit

You fucking with the wrong one brother

I'm telling ya

I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about killing ya

With machine guns shotties and desert E dillingers

Putting a bullet as big as a battery, through a niggas anatomy

And watching 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

Cause these motherfuckers, will push him to the point

That you'll end up locked down doing 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 mural on your block and some candles

Who wanna die?

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfucking punk

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfucking chump

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfucking clown

Cause I'm gonna have to kill someone

Just to get some respect

My Teflons, will have you screaming like wyclef jean

(Someone please call 9-1-1)

But if they ever get the watch on my left arm

I'm gonna have more bury than that guy stephon

First they put that white sheet 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 grieving

When pulling marijuana

I'm gonna wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor

But, I'm loosing 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

Uhh

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 here, 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 saying 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 going into me

I'm just trying to live my life

So niggas better give me my respect, or give me life

Uhh

Look what you made me do man

Look what you made me do man

I didn't want it to come to this right

But fuck it..

Niggas will push you to that point man

Niggas will play with you so fucking much man

Aggravate you so fucking much man

That you wanna kill a nigga man

Yea