Respect (2005 Remaster)

歌詞

(Uh yeah) No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up) Cuh dis ah '94 when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah Watch this, lawd Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend 1970 something, nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck? I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild, juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that's when my mama water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy" Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream I mean, I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night Keep ducking cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizing I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas living street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping If I'm dipping on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler, with the muffler on the TEC Respect to the Macks in the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee ting In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja Have mercy! The gunman in all de party And everybody feel irie And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me Have mercy The wul ah we in ah de party And everybody look irie Now di man dem sexy, sexy, sexy Do it No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self Cuh we nuh watch not dis here seen? Hardcore thing we ah deal with Oh yes, we are the best No other guy can test Shit, mami, damn, why you actin like that, man? 'Cause I don't be doin' this I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin' It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying But you know I don't do this I don't even know how to do this I'm just sayin', jus— just a little peck mami, for daddy Just a little peck Smhuh, Like that? Thats what I'm sayin', yeah Jus kiss it Mm, mm Hm, hm Mm, oo, shit You know I don't be doin' this don’t you know that Whatever bitch, God damn it