Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respect Made Men , by - La the Darkman. Release date: 20.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Respect Made Men |
| Yeah, it’s the embassy |
| Sing-Sing Regime, understand, yeah |
| Darkman’s driving in the cockpit, spitting hot shit |
| Niggas better move when the Glock spit |
| Ever since a teenager, I had flavor |
| B.M.W., new sneakers and a sky pager |
| Aim my gun like a lazer, and when I squeeze |
| Better hope that Jesus gonna save ya |
| Focus on my pocket sweller, one time felon |
| Took, every case to trial, my niggas ain’t telling |
| I’m on the phone, youth have grown |
| I’ve really lived the way of the Corleone |
| Respect, loyalty, death, revenge |
| Life, riches, made, men |
| You don’t understand, chain of command |
| Bosses, generals, and, captains |
| The embassy, everybody gotta vote |
| Money in the walls, with the dead bolt |
| Locked, currency and stocked |
| Once straight from the block, the H&R Block |
| I got rules, morals, codes |
| But some niggas just think I got flows |
| It’s a way of life, a culture |
| Civilized, but hungry as a volture |
| Steadily planning, to build my empire |
| Be a multi-millionaire before I expire |
| Only the strong survive, life’s a jungle |
| My man Left sell roy by the bundle |
| I’m the truth, over achiever |
| Some same I’m the don, I believe ya |
| So make way, for the new king |
| B.K. |
| boy, straight outta Sing-Sing |
| Hollow tips, to leave ya momma lonely |
| Like Sosa told Face, «Don't ever fuck me, Tony» |
| I’m authentic, raw, official |
| Tried to use my mind before I use my pistol |
| But most times it’s animal instinct |
| Cuz most niggas don’t think shit stink |
| A few years, I cop shit out of Forbes |
| Selling more blow, than Boston George |
| Went to G5's from Honda Accord’s |
| '04, twelve don, '06, rap lord |
| The embassy, businessmen, war veterans |
| Study the word, in the order that I settle in |
| Don’t lay the first two, you see the next two |
| Like the nigga you bench next to |
| Then the other four, don’t worry him no more |
| You going straight to hell, one way tour |
| Now take it for real, or just talk |
| Even Sammy the Bull is a dead man walking |