Lyrics Respect The Jux - Vado, Lloyd Banks, Dave East

Respect The Jux

It’s funny how I used to see you every day\nBut on one particular day I looked over at you in the usual in the non chillant\nway\nAnd it seemed as if I have never seen you before\nIt felt strange that I used to deny you just\nAnd then it dawned on me like I never been\nThis close to you, this close to you, this close to you\nLeggo\nYes, I’m in the chromiest donk\nListen to some Thelonious Monk\nBlowing on the potent it stunk\nTroopers open the trunk\nStill scopin' through junk\nHoping to find something, a blunt, a nine, something\nThey greet you on the hill, What you want? Them slimes frontin'\nIt’s never work 'round here, they make jux moves\nTry to chase him he broke 'em down with a jux moves\nHustle all his life, he known around as a crook dude\nTook a few pounds, flew out of town in a good mood\nBad bitch flyer than the stewardess\nExcuse me duck money swimmin' in a pool of it\nNudie jeans tongue hanging out of Puma kicks\nFoolishness almost got him killed\nNow my shooters pissed, yeah\nTry to get me for a ki or two, rope around his neck\nHung tight from the tree of doom\nIt’s not a game out here so pay attention\nKids is popping thangs out here and they ain’t missing\nRespect the jux, get jux, no can’t give in\nMurder she wrote read by the book, you ain’t listenin\nThis something like cat when he crossed the border\nTook my hustle across the water, then I put my plan in order\nYeah, kinda similar to the order, reminds I get down\nLike the mambo in 4th quarter\nShit gets real and when it do you get grilla\nCause them stick up boys got orders to deliver\nYou taking bitches shopping but them feds taking pictures\nThey bring the coke in and then arrest\nYou for what they give to us\nCatch 22 so I’ll be damned if I’m in this war with just a .22, never\nAutomatically I’ll show 'em what that semi do\nLord forgive me but I gotta live\nAnd if I ain’t gettin' it somebody gotta give. Yes\nMy niggas ain’t got Benz’s but they’ll follow his\nA whole hour and a half to where his momma lives\nRun in his momma crib. You ask why?\nI reply, cause mine never lose understandin' of what dollars is\nUndercovers trying to infiltrate and penetrate\nDown my court of glory but I’m in zone and my business straight\nOne step ahead of them, the connect, and the crooks\nSo hommie if you chef or cook you better respect the jux. Millz\nYes sir, Vado what it is my G\nYeah, most hated that’s us\nU.N. Y.M., what it is\nListen it’s not a game out here so pay attention\nKids is popping thangs out here and they ain’t missin'\nRespect the jux, get jux, no can’t give in\nMurder she wrote read by the book, you ain’t listenin', listen\nNever knew, never, never, never know\nI never knew that I want to be, that I’d want to be this close to you