| Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya’ll niggas is all pussy
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| That’s my word, ya’ll know how the realest niggas is
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| Don’t let me tell ya’ll again, bitch, straight up
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| I put all this right there, on niggas in H.T.M.'s son
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| Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
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| All magazines lit, fly life we live
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| The lingo is to let, ya’ll niggas know, how niggas rep
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| I’m set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
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| Triflin' work, let’s murder everything that move on the set
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| Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
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| Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
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| Rap matrix, gemini’s is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
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| «Bad boys» retire out the game just like Mase did
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| Dish it out and take it
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| To where I’m bout to go and everybody ain’t gon' make it
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| Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
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| Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
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| Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
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| And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
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| Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
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| Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
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| To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
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| My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit
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| «Brothers respect mine!» |
| — Raekwon
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| (Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)
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| Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggas in whips
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| Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip
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| Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
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| Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
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| Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
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| Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
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| The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
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| We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
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| Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
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| Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
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| Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
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| Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
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| All in together now, follow me the Method
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| Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
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| No love here, no tender, love and care
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| But M.C.'s, I’m starvin', niggas best prepare
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| For consumption, for wack assumption
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| You can catch a bad one or somethin'
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| From shotgun, you know I’m pza-pza-pumpin'
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| Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
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| Drunk inside the function
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| +Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
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| +Beneath the Surface+ there’s +Redemption+
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| For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
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| +Immobilarity+ they can’t breath til they +Blackout!+
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| I used to write and smoke L’s in the crackhouse
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| Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
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| Check your ego at the door
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| Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it’s yourz! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respect Mine , by - Mathematics. Song from the album Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп