Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect Us, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Respect Us |
| What what what |
| What what what |
| What what what |
| Listen, listen |
| When. |
| I come through. |
| bustin' |
| Everybody on. |
| tha block be. |
| run-nin' |
| Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I. be. |
| thug-gin' |
| Got. |
| them. |
| things. |
| ten up, keep. |
| hustlin' |
| Catch me at tha shop, I will. |
| be. |
| there |
| And my prices stay low, I keep. |
| it. |
| there |
| And if you want it raw, I got. |
| it. |
| right. |
| here |
| And if you want war, I am. |
| your. |
| nigh-tmare |
| This is all I know, it’s bang bang |
| I hustle and slang slang |
| My block. |
| I hang hang |
| Who am I? |
| Lil’Wayne, man |
| I represent CMB |
| My cell is ten in heat |
| I usually get in beef |
| Was taught that it’s him or me |
| I pop head-bustas quick |
| I rock here for my brick |
| I chop that, I’ma (?) |
| My shop here (???) |
| I always. |
| thug in black |
| And always. |
| bustin’gats |
| Your girly’s. |
| fuckin’back |
| Now how you… lovin’that |
| Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) |
| Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin’Team Cash-Money Re-cords |
| It’s warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain’t scared, they blow, your sets up Listen, listen |
| I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty |
| Tha AK, I pack it Believe I’m 'bout that action |
| Slash a busta like a fraction |
| I’m on that yolla |
| Standin’on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder |
| Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks |
| Now it’s time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts |
| For only half-a brick |
| I’ll blast tha fifty |
| And I ain’t gon’stop shootin''til I jam tha clip |
| Yeah, I’m a small creeper, what |
| But it’s about ta get ugly |
| Ya’ll betta call people up |
| I’m about ta start shovin’my sawed-off between your guts |
| Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya’ll betta duck |
| When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I’m tired of it Man, I’m thuggin''til tha day I. I die, cousin |
| Weezy Wee. |
| let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in… (whoooo!) |
| Nigga, let it be known |
| I’ll come blow up your home |
| Take a few blunts to tha dome |
| And. |
| show up alone |
| Just me and my. |
| flame-torch |
| Wayne start. |
| danger |
| Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya Burnin’off that Hennesy |
| Some-a ya’ll be feminine |
| Bounce in with a twitch |
| Leave 'em crawlin’out a ditch |
| God damn… son of a shhh!.. Don’t speak |
| I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat |
| Your cheese, I got. |
| ta. |
| get. |
| paid |
| I’m goin’all out, no matter what. |
| it. |
| takes |
| I. was. |
| raised. |
| up on. |
| that. |
| paper |
| Kill-for-the-scrill was. |
| in. my. |
| nature |
| Tote M1's and keep. |
| tha. |
| block. |
| hot |
| Sell wrong colts to keep. |
| my. |
| glock. |
| hot |
| Never add taxes to. |
| my. |
| price, man |
| And if a boy play, I ride. |
| at. |
| night, man |
| What! |
| [Juvenile} |
| Uh, uh, uh Say Lil’Weezy |
| You did this one here, ya heard me They ain’t gon’never get weared out from this one |
| It’s like they said, boy |
| In tha year 2000, it’s all about Wayne |
| It’s your chrome, man, run that thang |
| 17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown |
| Do that there |
| Huh, huh, huh, huh |