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Respect Us Lyrics - Artist : Lil Wayne
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What what what What what what Listen, listen When I come through busting Everybody on the block be running Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thugging Got them things, ten a key, hustling Catch me at the shop, I will be there And my prices stay low, I keep it there And if you want it raw, I got it right here And if you want war, I am your nightmare This is all I know, it's gang bang I hustle and slang slang My block I hang hang Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man I represent CMB My sell is ten a key I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop at busters quick I rock half of a brick I chop that, Dominic's My shop here by the Vic's I always thug in black And always busting gats Your girl legs pumping back Now how you're loving that? Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representing Team Cash Money Records It's warfare, you better vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representing Team Cash Money Records It's warfare, you better vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Listen, listen I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty The AK, I pack it Believe I'm 'bout that action Slash a buster like a fraction I'm on that yolla Standing on the corner with one sleeve over my shoulder Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks Now it's time for your momma to order a dozen of T-shirts For only half a brick I'll blast the fifth And I ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I jam the clip Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what But it's about to get ugly Ya'll better call people up I'm about to start shoving my sawed-off between your guts Wayne 'bout to (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll better duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them busters 'bout to get killed, I'm tired of it Man, I'm thugging 'til the day I-I die, cousin Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in (Whoop!) Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representing Team Cash Money Records It's warfare, you better vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representing Team Cash Money Records It's warfare, you better vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Nigga, let it be known I'll come blow up your home Take a few blunts to the dome And show up alone Just me and my flame torch Wayne start danger Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya Burning off that Hennesy Some of ya'll be feminine Bounce in with a twitch Leave 'em crawling out a ditch God damn son of a shh! Don't speak I cocked that, and let it go, ts! Give 'em heat Your cheese, I got to get paid I'm going all out, no matter what it takes I was raised up on that paper Kill-for-the-scrill was in my nature Tote M1s and keep the block hot Sell raw coke to keep my Glock hot Never add taxes to my price, man And if a boy play, I ride at night, man What! Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representing Team Cash Money Records It's warfare, you better vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representing Team Cash Money Records It's warfare, you better vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Uh, uh, uh Say Lil' Weezy You did this one here, ya heard me They ain't gon' never get well from this one It's like they said, boy In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne It's your throne, man, run that thing 17th ward to the 3rd ward downtown Do that there Huh, huh, huh, huh |
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