your brain Self-respect gone down the drain Lying on your back Spreading your legs You got my attention But lost my respect NO RESPECT GO! We
your brain Self-respect gone down the drain Lying on your back Spreading your legs You got my attention But lost my respect NO RESPECT GO!
not your brain Self-respect gone down the drain Lying on your back Spreading your legs You got my attention But lost my respect NO RESPECT GO!
bad I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head Fuck your
your momma gon' cry One less in my clique, one in your clique gon' die It's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye Body for body, so you gon' respect
secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up The fucking hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a Major Deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill Your head
I'll execute cha, respect what I say VL niggas play it raw, you could trust that I got the key in the car me and Baby got the glock and map We thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X
fate without your word your a shell of a man I lost respect for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what
trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct [Chorus x
In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle Scope, ?? run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
we'll be right back Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga After you finish your collard
pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
: Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
, Fifty run with dem kids that'll run in your house If these rappers were killers I would've been dead But they all aim at my legs instead of my head
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
: Intro: Here's the old school, with the new school ( repeat 4X) chorus R. Kelly play me something from the old school R. Kelly play me something from