Respect Mine

Afro-Dite

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    Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
    Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
    That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is
    Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up
    I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son
    Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

    All magazines lit, fly life we live
    The lingo is to let, ya'll niggaz know, how niggaz rep
    I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
    Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set

    Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
    Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
    Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
    "Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did
    Dish it out and take it
    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
    Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
    Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
    And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
    Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
    Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
    To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
    My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit

    [Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)]
    "Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
    (Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)

    Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggaz in whips
    Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip
    Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
    Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
    Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
    Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
    The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
    We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
    Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
    Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
    Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
    Love vets, love weed and love wrecks

    All in together now, follow me the Method
    Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
    No love here, no tender, love and care
    But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggaz best before
    For consumption, for wack assumption
    You can catch a bad one or somethin'
    From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
    Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
    Drunk inside the function
    +Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
    +Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
    For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
    +Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
    I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse
    Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
    Check your ego at the door
    Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz!

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