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Respect

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Respect was released on March 4, 2003 by Rhino/Elektra as a part of the album Street Dreams

Song Details

AlbumStreet Dreams

Release DateMarch 4, 2003

LabelRhino/Elektra

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fabolous

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Songwriter

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Duro

Mixing Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

LZ

Producer

Paul Gregory

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers

I ain't no killer, right

But ya'll **** gonna make me one

For real

Leave me alone, shit

You fuckin' with the wrong one, brother

I'm tellin' you

[Verse 2]

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' 'bout killing ya

With machine gun, shotties, Desert Eag', Dillengers

Puttin' a bullet as big as a battery through a ****'s anatomy

And watchin' 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 muhfuckas will push him to the point

That you end up locked down doin' push ups in the joint

[Verse 3]

But they'll box you in the corner

And you can throw your fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner

Ride with your gun in your glovebox 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

Until your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle

Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randal

Till there's a mural on your block and some candles

[Verse 4]

Who wanna die?

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' punk

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' chump

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfucking clown

'Cause I'ma have to kill someone

Just to get some respect

[Verse 5]

My Teflon's have you screaming like Wyclef Jean

(Someone please call 9-1-1)

But if they ever get the watch on my left arm

I'ma have more bury than that guy Stephon

First they put the white sheet over you, brother

Then the newspapers put you all over the cover

Then you in a suit, one hand crossed over the other

Last you in the earth with the dirt over you, brother

[Verse 6]

A tinted hearse is what most men leave in

Followed by a limo full of family and close friends grievin'

One pull of marijuana

I'ma wanna kill you as bad as the Terminator wanted Sarah Connor

But I'm losing 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

[Verse 7]

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' punk

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' chump

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' clown

'Cause I'ma have to kill someone

Just to get some respect

[Verse 8]

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, ****, than this right here, ****

Picture me puttin' my hurts

Like I ain't gotta a clip full of 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

[Verse 9]

I got the juice like Bishop had with him

That just don't give a fuck, semi

Like old dog had with 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 gotten into me

But I know I don't want them slugs goin' into me

I'm just trying to live my life

So **** better give me my respect or give me life

[Verse 10]

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' punk

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' chump

I don't wanna kill no one

But I ain't no motherfuckin' clown

'Cause I'ma have to kill someone

Just to get some respect

[Verse 11]

Look what you made me do, man

Look what you made me do, man

I ain't want it to come to this, right

But fuck it

****'ll push you to that point, man

****'ll play with you so fuckin' much, man

Aggravate you so fuckin' much, man

That you wanna kill a ****, man

Yeah

Written by: John Jackson, Laban Reeves

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