respect

Lyrics

yea, i ain't scared of you motherfuckers, i ain't no killer right, but y'all niggas gonna' make me one, for real. leave me alone, shit, you fucking with the wrong one brother, i'm telling ya, i'm sitting in the crib dreaming about killing ya, with machine guns shotties and desert e dillingers, putting a bullet as big as a battery, through a niggas anatomy, and watching him die slow, you need full clips to push up in the joint, when you in the kinda truck, that i push up to the joint, cause these motherfuckers, will push him to the point, that you'll end up locked down doing push ups in the joint, but they'll box you in the corner, and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner, ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya, you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna, not me, i squeeze the clips drop from the handle, 'till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle, 'till everybody scramble off the block like they randall, 'till there's a mural on your block and some candles, who wanna die?, i don't wanna kill no one, but i ain't no motherfucking punk, i don't wanna kill no one, but i ain't no motherfucking chump, i don't wanna kill no one, but i ain't no motherfucking clown, cause i'm gonna have to kill someone, just to get some respect, my teflons, will have you screaming like wyclef jean, but if they ever get the watch on my left arm, i'm gonna have more bury than that guy stephon, first they put that white sheet over you brother, then the newspapers put you all over the cover, then you in a suit one hand cross over the other, next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother, a tinted hearse is what most men leave in, followed by a limo full of family and close friends grieving, when pulling marijuana, i'm gonna wanna kill you as bad as the terminator wanted sarah connor, but, i'm loosing my patience, fuck it, send me to the island i could use a vacation, now it's easy for me to understand, how you could just kill a man, uhh, i'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by the six, my gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks, my gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six, if i'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga, picture me putting my hearse, like i ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks, i might as well put in the work, spit 'em up outta here, and get 'em up outta here, i got the juice, like bishop had wit him, that just don't give a fuck semi, like ol' dog had wit him, i'm saying prayers for my enemy, i hope god bless him, before the fucker run into me, i dunno, what the fuck has got into me?, but i know i don't want them slugs going into me, i'm just trying to live my life, so niggas better give me my respect, or give me life, uhh, look what you made me do man, look what you made me do man, i didn't want it to come to this right, but fuck it. niggas will push you to that point man, niggas will play with you so fucking much man, aggravate you so fucking much man, that you wanna kill a nigga man, yea