Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect My Mind, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 26.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Respect My Mind |
| What |
| Check, check |
| Head buster, set ripper |
| Neighborhood superstar |
| Corner splitter |
| While we dispose of |
| Nigga broad hitter |
| Hot Boys soldier |
| Expedition flipper, hell |
| Niggas be terrified from us cause they know how we play |
| Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a K |
| I’m just a scrub, I can’t scuff; |
| I’m too light to fight |
| I’m lil' too thin to win so I ride at night |
| You’re fake, respect, nigga |
| You’re playin' with the wrong one |
| I’ll break your neck, nigga |
| You’re playin' with the wrong gun |
| I use K’s to wet niggas |
| I’m sprayin' the whole room |
| Better watch your back, nigga |
| Lil' one, that’s a wrap |
| March nigga step up when I. I bust a cap |
| Niggas drop like (whistle) splat |
| Keep jokin' here, and I’m gon' show you what I’m 'bout |
| Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out |
| Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out |
| Respect my mind or have them boys in your house |
| Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome |
| Respect my mind cause we get our shine on |
| Respect my mind cause we that Hot Boy clique |
| Respect my mind, nigga, you can’t phase this |
| Respect my mind, look, we’ll fuck your bitch |
| Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit |
| Nigga, watch me grow up |
| When I was small he had plan |
| My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man |
| My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure |
| Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods |
| I understood at a young age my poppa would spray |
| Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face |
| He’d be murder case after case: he was untouchable |
| But he had a right-hand man that wasn’t trustable |
| Who undercover slow he made deals under the table |
| Workin' for the Feds 'round my people wearin' a cable |
| My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope |
| All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke |
| Moved back inside the projects in summer of '84 |
| Developed my hustlin' skills from Yomey and Black Zo |
| When I got to the point that I wasn’t small no more |
| Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough |
| I know that he sheisty; |
| but this nigga just don’t know |
| Swear to God I ain’t 'bout it; |
| but this nigga just don’t know |
| I got a few under my belt and I’mma make it one more |
| Cock the 4−4 and knock his brains out on the floor |
| Respect my mind |
| Me, Wayne, Turk, and Juvenile gettin' blunted |
| In Fresh pearl-white Suburb 1500 |
| No stun’n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick |
| He should have knew Hot Boys wasn’t bringin' back shit |
| That’s how the game go, and that’s how the game get played |
| Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed |
| All week long, look, I’m a nigga on the grind |
| All year round I make you niggas respect my mind |
| Every single day it’s a must I tote that fuckin' iron |
| Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed |
| I blues blocks to bust heads |
| I use Glocks and play hotels to the Feds |
| Niggas know I ain’t the one to be repped on |
| Move when I’m comin' through, or you get stepped on |
| I don’t give a motherfuck if you got your vest on |
| I’m shootin' through that, thought you knew that |
| That’s how B. Geezy do that |
| I ride dirty, and when I ride you die |
| All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind |
| Nigga, respect my mind |
| Can’t, then stay your distance |
| Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin' |
| I soak your spot when you’re repping on me |
| Get hit with shots when you’re hatin' on me |
| What’s happenin', wodie |
| Do you think you ready for us |
| Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must |
| Come through your cut |
| Nigga, it’s over, don’t spook now |
| Cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha |
| Nigga. |
| fuck all that; |
| I ain’t gon' talk, I’mma save it |
| Original H.B., nigga, I ride Mercedes |
| A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures |
| Wear soldiers and 'Bauds, and gettin' richer and richer |
| I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes |
| Nigga, respect my mind or I’ll knock off your nose |
| Respect my mind |