Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Who Have Nothing (But I Have Respect), artist - Lil Rob. Album song Twelve Eighteen Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2007
Record label: Upstairs
Song language: English
I Who Have Nothing (But I Have Respect) |
I got somethin to get off my chest |
It’s alright ay; |
cos after this, you don’t exist |
I who have nothing, may have nothing |
But I still got something that you don’t, you don’t |
I who have nothing, may have nothing |
But I’ll always have something that you won’t, you won’t |
Ey, what’s happenin Primo, long time no hear from |
But you’re all about bullshit and we don’t wanna hear none |
So take your, fuckin drugs and your wannabe thugs |
And your junkie lil' bitch from the strip club and get FUCKED |
Still can’t believe what the fuck you did |
Fuck my nino, no fuck you, your slutty wife and your kid |
Just a pain in the ass, that was some pains in my neck |
Around here, you ain’t feared you get no fuckin respect |
So how’s it feel not to be real, Mr. Big Man with the plan |
But the first to run when shit hits the fan, c’mon |
Who you tryin to kid with that gangster shit? |
Lil Primo, you can’t even be a gangster bitch |
You must be on your own supply |
Get some sick fuckin vatos, they done boned you dry |
Yet on you cry, because we both know why |
You don’t, you lie, sparks flyin like 4th of July, goodbye |
w/ ad libs |
Ey check this out |
Even if I could I don’t wanna cruise the hood in Mercedes Benz |
Rather cruise a six-three convertible |
Hoppin down the block with all my friends |
The ones that don’t care, whether or not I’m makin ends |
The ones that were there and never scared and down to do it all again |
I call you «The Great Pretender» cause your life is just pretend |
I like the movie «Scarface» too but remember, he dies in the end |
And you’re no Tony Montana either, you must have a fever or some shit |
You went crazy, you’re sick, you just a dumbshit |
Fuck it, fuck you, fuck him too |
Fuck everyone who knows what you do, fucker is stuck with you |
What must I do? |
I thought your hermana was cool but fuck her too |
And this is all because of you |
Sad but true, talk shit about your dad |
Boy your kid’s gonna be real fuckin glad to have a dad like you |
Hate to see him grow up, to be a man like you |
Or maybe I do, so he can fuck up your family too, man fuck you |
w/ ad libs |
I continue, to rap in the booth, guaranteed you’re gonna be havin the blues |
Cause when someone’s havin to lose it has to be you |
I drive the Caddy but I fuck with my baller ride |
Wear button-ups but I don’t, pop my collar |
I pop all lies like it’s nada in the calle, not the Range |
It’s not the same, you went insane, you ain’t Gonzalez, changed yo' name |
The fuckin clique you claim is lame |
My shit is so heavy and true that you, couldn’t pick it up with a crane |
w/ ad libs |
And that’s familia |
Yeah I can only tell it how I see it ese |
Cause after this you don’t exist |
Either you respect that or you can step back |
Cause after this you don’t exist |
We’ll be a riotin |
Cause after this you don’t exist |
The last thing I do, take care of the familia man |
Cause after this you don’t exist |
You can’t come back no more |
You ain’t welcome here man |
You brought it wrong ese |