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Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse 1

Nineteen-seventy somethin’, nigga I don’t sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms’d hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile rippin’ mics and shit
New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2:19, that’s when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord’s wrapped around my neck
I’m seein’ my death and I ain’t even took my first step
I made it out, I’m bringin’ mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He’s gonna be a Bad Boy"

Verse 2

Now I’m thirteen, smokin’ blunts, makin’ cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin’ ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin’ the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn’t show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn’t see it
Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated–kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

Verse 3

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that’s surprisin’
Honeys is tantalizin’, they freak all night
Peep duckin’ cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin’ I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin’ street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin’
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you’re slippin’
If I’m pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
Respect to the Mac’s and the Ac’s
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

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Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(otis redding)

What you want.
Baby i got it.
What you need do you know.
I got it.
All i’m asking is

For a little respect when you come home
(just a little bit) hey baby (just a little bit)
When you get home.
Hey mister i ain’t gonna do you wrong while you’re gone.
Ain’t gonna do ya wrong cause i don’t wanna.
All i’m asking is for a little respect when you get home
(just a little bit) hey baby ( a little respect)
When you get home (just a little bit)

Yeah i’m up to giving all my money
And all i’m asking in return honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home.

(just a little bit)yeah baby
( a little respect) when you get home
(just a little bit)
Yeah oooh you’re kisses sweeter than honey.
But guess what, so is my money.
And all i want you to do for me is
Give me some respect when you get home

(just a little bit) hey baby (a little respect) give it to me
(just a little bit) when you get home.
Now r-e-s-p-e-c-t find out what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Take care of tcb. r-e-s-p-e-c-t a little respect
(just a little bit) hey baby (a little respect)
All the time you keep on trying ( just a little bit)
( a little respect) you’re running out fool (just a little bit) and i ain’t lying
(a little respect)

Re re
Re re
Re re re respect (just a little bit) when you come home
( a little respect) and remember (she says something i can’t
Decipher) not alone i’ve got to have a little respect
(a little respect) ooh baby (just a little bit) hey baby (a little
Respect) r-e-s-p-e-c-t

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(otis redding)

What you want.
Baby i got it.
What you need do you know.
I got it.
All i’m asking is

For a little respect when you come home
(just a little bit) hey baby (just a little bit)
When you get home.
Hey mister i ain’t gonna do you wrong while you’re gone.
Ain’t gonna do ya wrong cause i don’t wanna.
All i’m asking is for a little respect when you get home
(just a little bit) hey baby ( a little respect)
When you get home (just a little bit)

Yeah i’m up to giving all my money
And all i’m asking in return honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home.

(just a little bit)yeah baby
( a little respect) when you get home
(just a little bit)
Yeah oooh you’re kisses sweeter than honey.
But guess what, so is my money.
And all i want you to do for me is
Give me some respect when you get home

(just a little bit) hey baby (a little respect) give it to me
(just a little bit) when you get home.
Now r-e-s-p-e-c-t find out what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Take care of tcb. r-e-s-p-e-c-t a little respect
(just a little bit) hey baby (a little respect)
All the time you keep on trying ( just a little bit)
( a little respect) you’re running out fool (just a little bit) and i ain’t lying
(a little respect)

Re re
Re re
Re re re respect (just a little bit) when you come home
( a little respect) and remember (she says something i can’t
Decipher) not alone i’ve got to have a little respect
(a little respect) ooh baby (just a little bit) hey baby (a little
Respect) r-e-s-p-e-c-t

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
This my rap song

1-2-3-4
I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face

Pick up lines like "what’s your sign" won’t get
You anyplace
When me and all my girls go walking down the
Street
It seems we can’t go anywhere without a car that
Goes "beep-beep"

Cuz this body is a priceless piece of lovin’
Unconditionally
So, mr. big-stuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin’ you’s gonna get it for free
Now, now, now,

Hey ladies
(yeah!)
Let ‘em know it ain’t easy
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Let’s come togeta’
Sista’s
(yeah!)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin’ good comes for free

Mirror on the wall, damn i sure look fine
I can’t blame those horny boys, i would make me
Mine
When i pass you in a club, "ooh, lala!" you gasp
Back up boy, i ain’t your toy, or your piece of
Ass

Cuz this body is a priceless piece of lovin’
Unconditionally
So, mr. big-stuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin’ you’s gonna get it for free
Now, now, now

Hey ladies
(yeah!)
Let ‘em know it ain’t easy
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Let’s come togeta’
Sista’s
(yeah!)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin’ good comes for free

Hey ladies
(yeah!)
Let ‘em know it ain’t easy
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Let’s come togeta’
Sista’s
(yeah!)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin’ good comes for free

No jealousy, no envy girls, c’mon, let’s work it
Out
No freebies in the limousine, that’s not what its
About
Let ‘em know there’s work to do, give it up he
Won’t call you
Respect is just a minimum, go on girl and get you
Some

1-2-3-4

Hey ladies
(yeah!)
Let ‘em know it ain’t easy
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Let’s come togeta’
Sista’s
(yeah!)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin’ good comes for free

Hey ladies
(yeah!)
Let ‘em know it ain’t easy
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Let’s come togeta’
Sista’s
(yeah!)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin’ good comes for free

Let’s come together
C’mon girls let’s work it out
Let’s come together
We’ll show them what we’re talkin’ bout
Let’s come together
C’mon girls let’s work it out
Let’s come together
Let’s come together
Let’s come together
Nothin’ good comes for free

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Spends up his sweet time, just because your head’s gone sour.
Consolidating misery, hoping that you’ll turn the corner.
Forget about the sinking ship, you’ve made off with the captain.
Catch your flies with honey, then catch some cheap infection.
Coming up rose, but your venus fly trap eats them all.

Chorus

Give me a little respect, now come on just a little.
Takin’ every bit of my time, why don’t you give a little.
Suckin’ up line by line, that’s how your story goes.

(repeat)

Why don’t you give me just a little respect?
Making lots of money from your daddy’s bank account.
Screaming greedy decibels in very large amounts.
Mama needs a bypass, little wilbur’s got the flu.
Still you hide behind george washington.
What the hell’s wrong with you?
Coming up rose, but your venus fly trap eats them all.

Chorus

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

From day one I could not comprehend
Was it us, was it me or was it them?
Friends will come and go as it seems
And now I have no shoulder on which to lean
Still I do not understand
You break your back for something
Well where’s the fans?

CHORUS
Show me-respect
And I’ll
Show me-show you right back

I see the boys that I once called my friends
They’ll fake a smile and then they’ll shake your hand
When will this ever end?
I look around at my brothers
My only true friends

CHORUS

You got a lot to learn my friend
You’ve got a lot to learn about respect

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

That’s ok
If that’s the way you wanna play it
I don’t mind
I can play it anyway

You won’t stop
Until i pul you to pieces
Which i will in time
But i’m still curious

You’re so young
Not one backbone between you
But you think you’ll make a hero
Quite peculiar

You’re just boys
You don’t know what you’ve angered
Did you know you’re talking to the heart
Of the machine?

Welcome boys
Welcome to the real world
I could almost be sorry
But i could be wrong

I know you
I know what you’ve been doing
I know where you live
And i know where you are

You know me
I’m the smiling assassin
You know i won’t forgive
And you know i won’t forget

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Yea, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
I ain’t no killer right
But y’all niggaz gon’ make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin with the wrong one brotha
I’m telling ya

I’m sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin 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
cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
that you’ll end up locked down doin 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 murial on your block and some candles
who wanna die?

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna kill no one but I ain’t no motherfuckin punk
I don’t wanna kill no one but I ain’t no motherfuckin chump
I don’t wanna kill no one but I ain’t no motherfuckin clown
cuz I’ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck

my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed 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 greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I’m loosin 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

[Chorus]

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 herre 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 sayin 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 goin into me
I’m just tryin to live my life
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life

[Chorus]

Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn’t want it to come to the right
But fuck it..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Yea

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[Talk]
Someday I know
That there will come a time
That we all will have to come together as one
But we let this wall be the end
Let the mouth begin
Feel me

[Jerzee]
When I was coming up
I got old fashion love
Never talked back to Mama
Always knew where a kid’s place was
I feel much frustration
Gotta teach this generation
To love one another again

[Chorus]
If you wanna learn (Respect)
You gotta give it (Respect)
You gotta show the whole world what it is
If you wanna gain (Respect)
You gotta give (Respect)
Sharing it with everyone that lives

[Jerzee]
Father, Father watch
What you say and do
40 years from now
Your kids will be you
If you teach them
They’ll know
The right way to go (Let them feel love)
What comes around
Goes around
Show them that

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Watch what you say and do
Children they learn from you
Don’t let the cycle end
Let’s make the love begin
Hold on don’t give up yet
Give love and give respect

[humming]

[Chorus and Hook]

[humming and talking]

[Fade]

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
This my rap song

1-2-3-4
I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face
Pick up lines like "What’s your sign" won’t get you anyplace
When me and all my girls go walking down the street
It seems we can’t go anywhere without a car that goes "Beep-beep"

Cuz this body is a priceless piece of lovin’ unconditionally
So, Mr. Big-stuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin’ you’s gonna get it for free
Now, now, now,

Chorus:
Hey ladies
(Yeah!)
Let ‘em know it ain’t easy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Let’s come togeta’
Sista’s
(Yeah!)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin’ good comes for free

Mirror on the wall, damn I sure look fine
I can’t blame those horny boys, I would make me mine
When I pass you in a club, "Ooh, lala!" you gasp
Back up boy, I ain’t your toy, or your piece of ass

Cuz this body is a priceless piece of lovin’ unconditionally
So, Mr. Big-stuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin’ you’s gonna get it for free
Now, now, now

(Chorus x2)

No jealousy, no envy girls, c’mon, let’s work it out
No freebies in the limousine, that’s not what its about
Let ‘em know there’s work to do, give it up he won’t call you
Respect is just a minimum, go on girl and get you some

1-2-3-4

(Chorus x2)

Let’s come together
C’mon girls let’s work it out
Let’s come together
We’ll show them what we’re talkin’ bout
Let’s come together
C’mon girls let’s work it out
Let’s come together
Let’s come together
Let’s come together
Nothin’ good comes for free

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

For reasons I don’t know I treated you so cold
I wish I had those times again
Cause something that you said keeps ringing in my head
Someday you’re gonna wanna come back and you’re gonna wanna treat me fine

Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little

I watched me push you down in dreams I had of you
And all I remember about those days is I would run around thinking that you’d be alright
But you lost your light along the way
And oh you were right about the things I’d say
Cause if I had it back again I know I’d treat you kind

Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody got to have somebody
Everybody got to have someone

And all I ever wanted from this play
Was someone to talk to when I get down
It seems you get the things you give along the way
Now all I need is one more chance to make you feel like hanging round

Everybody needs a little
Everybody needs a little
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody
Everybody got to have someone

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

ohh whoa ohh….

I respect a man raisin his kids all on his own
I respect a man who makes sure he takes care of home
you gotta respect a man with good judgement
cuz I’ll be damned if someones takin care of my kids
and I respect a man who treats his woman like a queen
I know you’re not perfect you aint gotta be so mean
no matter how strong she is for a woman
a man should never attempt to lay his hands on her

[BRIDGE:]
There’s more to life than what happens an your block
just treat your women right and hold em at the top
gotta raise these kids and teach em, never dont ya stop
you aint no man to me if you let your family starve

[CHORUS:]
Got no respect for them dudes who hit they women and
got no respect for the fools who leave they children and
I just wanna take care of my family
got no respect if you aint trying to do the right thing

Got no respect for them dudes who hit they women and
got no respect for the fools who leave they children and
I just wanna take care of my family
got no respect if you aint trying to do the right thing

I respect the type of girl that tries to love a man
with many flaws and broken laws but still he stands
the kinda girl who turns a boy into a man
the kinda girl who turns a flop into a plan
no respect for those who walk through life just askin you
what you can do for them but still they hate on you
it dont take no man to make that baby
but yes it takes a man to raise that baby

[BRIDGE:]
There’s more to life than what happens an your block
just treat your women right and hold em at the top
gotta raise these kids and teach em, never dont ya stop
you aint no man to me if you let your family starve

[CHORUS:]
Got no respect for them dudes who hit they women and
got no respect for the fools who leave they children and
I just wanna take care of my family
got no respect if you aint trying to do the right thing

Got no respect for them dudes who hit they women and
got no respect for the fools who leave they children and
I just wanna take care of my family
got no respect if you aint trying to do the right thing

Fellas we gotta make a change
in the way that we treat our women and our children yes we do
hope thats there’s a better day
put your hands to the sky
if you want a change, need a change
see all that you know it dont really mean a thing
if you cant show some love to the ones connected by your blood
cuz in the end all that matters is your wife and your kids

[CHORUS:]
Got no respect for them dudes who hit they women and
got no respect for the fools who leave they children and
I just wanna take care of my family
got no respect if you aint trying to do the right thing

Respect (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Intro: dr. dre

I know you’re bobbin your head, cause i can see yah (repeat 4x)
You can’t see me, hah
Back up in that ass once again
With some of dat nigga daz shit
Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that g funk
Some of that gangsta funk
Some of that ghetto funk
Call it what you want, just don’t forget the g
Got the motherfuckin dogg pound in the house

Verse one: dogg pound

Now tell me what’s poppin in your head my brother
What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker
I don’t know why we got to kill each other
Cause on the streets it’s do or die motherfucker

[daz]
Now as a child i was raised in the church
Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that i do to put you in the dirt
I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street
I’m runnin ninety-fo’ and i done ran ninety-three, don’t like no hurdle
For the murders i committed in my omni fo’ convertable
And not a soul saw who did it
As i lean to the side in my omni g-ride
On a mission, fo’ deep, dogg pound do or die

[kurupt]
Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)
Realizing that i’m surviving off instinct
What makes my mind click to perfect timing
For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like the shining
Cause i’m in my own zone, alone look down
You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town
Perhaps you, know i axe you
Fool if i have to, can you comprehend or adapt to

Chorus: prince ital

Respect to the deathrow inmates
Deathrow inmates lawd dem never hesitate
To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face
Dis is dogg pound and your life goes to waste
Fraid, dogg pound carry no grace
Lifetime in static, put you inna your place
Dogg pound be killin a bitch mentality
Mess with dogg pound and you be dead each way
Lawd

Verse two: dogg pound

[kurupt]
Now wit dat nigga daz, everywhere i roll i’m set to blast
The way to success is elevating too fast
Every corner that i turn, there’s money to burn
With no concern count the amount there’s more to be earned
Set-trip, the word i hear every nigga spit
Sixty percent’s trippin forty percent’s bullshittin
Industy’s shady, my safety’s in jeapordy
Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga
Shady as fuck, kurupt can see it in your eyes
Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise
The pound, we roll thick like one-time
And i could fuck your bitch after i bust just one rhyme
All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed
And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit
(say what say what say what say what say what?)
Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit

[daz]
Well i see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will i drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not
In the past, i mainly hustled for the cash
Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass
Anybody killa, do or die if i have to
On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if i have to
I live my life i done swore to courtin trigger long
Who would stop the movement why i journied so far
From the danger that lurks, from the one that’s out doin dirt
Step to modify this and vanish away from this earth
Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace
Riders died death is unexplainable when you die

Outro: prince ital

We dont got to stoop low
We dont got to stoop low
We dont got to stoop to your level
But when they see we coming lawd
Now when they see we coming lawd
Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble
Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun
And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible
So don’t fuck, you betta be respectable
The nine millimeter, is really dreadable
Wicked an wild yes you’re wicked an wild
Prince ital joe yes you’re well versatile
Is it dogg pound yes you’re well versatile
Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler
An wild yes you’re wicked an wild, dogg pound
An wild yes you’re wicked an wild
Is it death row yes you’re well versatile
Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile
De sexy girls dey love de doggystyle
An wild, yes you’re wicked an wild
An wild… hahaha.. eazy!
Dogg pound, run tings, y’know, yeah
Cause we no respect no guys
Cause guys dick arder than shit
We no take orders, we give orders
Respect to the crew
Nigga daz kurupt an dre, come down
Eazy! yeah
West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!
To the death row posse
Lawd!
Nuff respect
Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence
Death row are gon make you dead and silence
Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an
No faggot come here actin like dis
Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha
Yes star ital, you’re large
Big up daz an de crew
Snoop dogg, big up, everytime
Eazy!
Dr. dre an de massive
Yeah

Respect (Letra)

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Roc-a-fella once again, yeah
What…this is diamonds in da ruff yall, haha
We drop this song, yall didn’t hear us before
Know what i mean, but
Yall gonna hear us now

Aiyyo,
Rebels my name
You see me phat farm, tim’s all gemed up
Play hero and ninja like a pretzel
You get all bent up
Nobodys gonna hold me down
Nobodys gonna slow me down
All she be like straw house, nigga and just blow me down
>from harlem a.k.a. bangladesh, shock ‘em down
Thang thang
Make it sound like shitty bang bang
You still think im gonna choke the opposite of jay-z and jermaine
Except im a rebel, on another level
Where money mean everything
Talk to me

No they aint ready to talk to you
Im gonna let these cats know man
Yo, listen here

I flow with fo fo guys
Haten po po spies
Relay on movin home grown pies
Rather dies than to see it
Mo’ poties
I see my people shy
They will be knock
Whoever look through that pee holes blind
Smashing everything from the game
To that freak hoes fives
Shake life
Must be crack cause it grows most wise
And losers finally quote to see a cat like me, cold shine
Every night up in the down
Just to kill mo’ timers
Bout time you let me play
Got more game than ea
Used to take goldeen trips to pa
We need a
Now on the way to the top it never stop
Catch me in every block with a rock
Eatin my way and its still just cocked
Ready to pop, now whos the fooler
Think im uhs cause im cuter
Be the same on in the cooler with the hole in the midula
I used to take twenties and buddha, to the face
Till i caught that case with george, on my waist
Now b.o.
Trying to violate if i get a taste
Feel me?
Im just like you
Want beef, i’ll bust like you
Need to bust just like you, only trust my crew
Diamonds in da ruff

Aiyyo, whatever you all want to do yall do it, bring it man, dont talk
To me, run at me

I can see its alot of yall goons
That dont want to see me get no riches
All im gonna do is rip the shows, get the hoes, and take your bitches
Nigga, you aint gotta like me
Front, then you gotta fight me
I dont play fair
I play to win and my crew is like me
Im from spanish harlem
1st ave. to be exact
11-9-9, you niggas gotta problem wit that
Know from eastend to riverside and fineas dieon
Bring the war without the wip like dieon
Im gonna see ‘em
Im gonna respect something that is important to me
Aint nobody you know livin’ that ever extorted me
My fam i’d die for, cry for, lie for
Take a knife in the eye for
Nigga, im a suvivour in the bx, rep my lenox
To 241st and whiteplains
Smack you like a parker brother
Fathers hit your light game
And i just came in
To let yall niggas know
Bout a diamond in da ruff
And i still need the dough, nigga

Nigga jumps across the webs, the wilson, grand jev, metro long, polo
Grounds, saint knick, manhatten and we run new york

Yall want to know my style basically
Im a thorough nigga named b. bubblin
Not that cats you want trouble with
And i demand respect
Change the harlem vet. from foster, lincoln, whillen projects across
110th
To the depth witty, f had the west indies
Im odin it right so my chicken head dog can rest with me
Most cats is unworthy
And you can find me if you wanted to on 1st ave.
In gold tim’s and yankee jersey

What what what what (fading)