Fabolous - Respect Lyrics
Yea, I aint scared of you mother*****ersI aint no killer rightBut yall niggaz gon make me oneFor real.. leave me alone, shitYou *****in with the wrong one brothaIm telling yaIm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin yaWith machine guns shotties and desert e dilligersPutting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomyAnd watchin him die slowYou need full clips to push up in the jointWhen you in the kinda truck that I push up to the jointCuz theses mother*****az will push him to the pointThat youll end up locked down doin push ups in the jointBut theyll box you in the cornerAnd you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his cornerRide wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on yaYoull be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wannaNot me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handleTill your remains is in a urn on top of the mantleTill everybody scramble off the block like they randall (run)Till theres a murial on your block and some candlesWho wanna die?[chorus]I dont wanna kill no one but I aint no mother*****in punkI dont wanna kill no one but I aint no mother*****in chumpI dont wanna kill no one but I aint no mother*****in clownCuz ima have to kill someone just to get some respeckMy teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)But if they ever get the watch on my left armIma have more bury than that guy stephonFirst they put that white seed over you brotherThen the newspapers put you all over the coverThen you in a suit one hand cross over the otherNext you in the earth with the dirt over you brotherA tinted hearse is what most men leave inFollowed by a limo full of family and close friends greavinWhen you pull the marijuanaIma wanna kill you as bad as the terminator wanted sarah connorBut Im loosin my patience***** it send me to the island I could use a vacationNow its easy for me to understandHow you could just kill a man[chorus]Id rather be judged by twelveThan carried by the sixMy gun aint on my man, or carried by my chicksMy gun aint in my crib or carried in the sixIf Im right here nigga, then this right here niggaPicture me putting my hearseLike I aint gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerksI might as well put in the workSpit em up outta herre and get em up outta hereI got the juice like bishop had wit himThat just dont give a *****, semiLike ol dog had wit himIm sayin prayers for my enemyI hope God bless him before the *****er run into meI dunno, what the ***** has got into meBut I know I dont want them slugs goin into meIm just tryin to live my lifeSo niggaz better give me my respect or give me life[chorus]Look what you made me do manLook what you made me do manI didnt want it to come to the rightBut ***** it..Niggaz will push you to that point manNiggaz will play with you so much manAggravate you so much manThat you wanna kill a nigga manYea
