Jay-Z - Respect Lyrics
Roc-a-fella once again, yeahWhat...this is diamonds in da ruff yall, hahaWe drop this song, yall didn't hear us beforeKnow what i mean, butYall gonna hear us nowAiyyo,Rebels my nameYou see me phat farm, tim's all gemed upPlay hero and ninja like a pretzelYou get all bent upNobodys gonna hold me downNobodys gonna slow me downAll she be like straw house, nigga and just blow me down>from harlem a.k.a. bangladesh, shock 'em downThang thangMake it sound like shitty bang bangYou still think im gonna choke the opposite of jay-z and jermaineExcept im a rebel, on another levelWhere money mean everythingTalk to meNo they aint ready to talk to youIm gonna let these cats know manYo, listen hereI flow with fo fo guysHaten po po spiesRelay on movin home grown piesRather dies than to see itMo' potiesI see my people shyThey will be knockWhoever look through that pee holes blindSmashing everything from the gameTo that freak hoes fivesShake lifeMust be crack cause it grows most wiseAnd losers finally quote to see a cat like me, cold shineEvery night up in the downJust to kill mo' timersBout time you let me playGot more game than eaUsed to take goldeen trips to paWe need aNow on the way to the top it never stopCatch me in every block with a rockEatin my way and its still just *****edReady to pop, now whos the foolerThink im uhs cause im cuterBe the same on in the cooler with the hole in the midulaI used to take twenties and buddha, to the faceTill i caught that case with george, on my waistNow b.o.Trying to violate if i get a tasteFeel me?Im just like youWant beef, i'll bust like youNeed to bust just like you, only trust my crewDiamonds in da ruffAiyyo, whatever you all want to do yall do it, bring it man, dont talkTo me, run at meI can see its alot of yall goonsThat dont want to see me get no richesAll im gonna do is rip the shows, get the hoes, and take your *****esNigga, you aint gotta like meFront, then you gotta fight meI dont play fairI play to win and my crew is like meIm from spanish harlem1st ave. to be exact11-9-9, you niggas gotta problem wit thatKnow from eastend to riverside and fineas dieonBring the war without the wip like dieonIm gonna see 'emIm gonna respect something that is important to meAint nobody you know livin' that ever extorted meMy fam i'd die for, cry for, lie forTake a knife in the eye forNigga, im a suvivour in the bx, rep my lenoxTo 241st and whiteplainsSmack you like a parker brotherFathers hit your light gameAnd i just came inTo let yall niggas knowBout a diamond in da ruffAnd i still need the dough, niggaNigga jumps across the webs, the wilson, grand jev, metro long, poloGrounds, saint knick, manhatten and we run new yorkYall want to know my style basicallyIm a thorough nigga named b. bubblinNot that cats you want trouble withAnd i demand respectChange the harlem vet. from foster, lincoln, whillen projects across110thTo the depth witty, f had the west indiesIm odin it right so my chicken head dog can rest with meMost cats is unworthyAnd you can find me if you wanted to on 1st ave.In gold tim's and yankee jerseyWhat what what what (fading)
