| See your rhyme’s the kinda rhyme, that’s flooded with punch lines
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| My rhyme’s the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
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| One what dum-dum, the police gotta come down
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| And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
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| Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some breath in it It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it Ain't no if's and's or but's, somebody is deaf in it The game got a lot of rappers, but I |
| am the best in it nigga move
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| Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming through
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| You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo
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| We ready, we ready for you
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| So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
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| I can make it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
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| Now I got my middle finger, talking back to you
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| I done paid my dues, to get me respect where it’s due
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| So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
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| Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind
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| If your scheme ain’t bout green, your transaction get declined
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| If your scheme ain’t bout green, I forgot it nevermind
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| If your team ain’t my team, get in line and get behind
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| I’m next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
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| Big E and Em-inem, and I can’t even swim
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| But ain’t too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
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| And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don’t need a pen
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| It’s me your kin, the one major labels love to call
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| Got Chamillionaire on the line did you get him, naw
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| Yep I kept with it, the rapper got slept with it Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it Or put your |
| money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa
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| I’m the people’s champ, you the people’s chump
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| You talking BFI trash, but you still a punk
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| I’m on the road to success, and I’m ready to drive
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| I’m in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a ride
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| I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking down
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| But you be riding my dick, soon as I come around
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| I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
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| I’m one hundred percent, I’ve been it from the start
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| I always kept it real, you always kept it fake
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| I always showed love, you always showed hate
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| You think the game owe you, but you ain’t got a clue
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| If you be good to the game, it’ll be good to you
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| You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of glass
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| I can see through your lies, you falling off fast
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| You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
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| But you’d be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect My Grind, artist - Paul Wall & Chamillionaire. Album song Controversy Sells, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп