Rapper Big Pooh - Respect It lyrics

[Verse 1: Illa J] It's Illa J, you better respect it Nothing but excellence, you better expect it About to be the top cheddar collector I come hard, ladies love it better erected Bout to star in my own movie, call it 'Balls of Steel' And I'mma get Quentin to direct it Tarantino if you don't know the lingo I got King Dilla since Common got the new Primo I see you having nightmares but it ain't a dream no I'm the prince and the ladies love cream yo You don't know what time it is like a Casino I'm tryna break Beatles' records like Cee-Lo The renaissance man, know not to veto I love numbers, call me Mister Tino Illa J stack them chips like Fritos And you old emcees, go and play some bingo [Hook] We about to take over, you better respect it Game time, break over, you better expect it We eating dinner when you just getting your breakfast Do it with ease, we can make a hit in a second Hardcore Hip Hop, you better respect it Hardcore Hip Hop, you better respect it, uh What? What? What? What? What? What? What? [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh] My mind is the tool, hard as the j**el This rap sh** is in me, call me the mule Call me a fool, I die for what I believe in Firmly planned and in this game I'm not leavin Tis the season, to stop all you wack n***as And your breathin, you not eatin I'm not in peak and barely raising the decibels It's my party, welcome all to the festival I turn your piece of career into a vegetable Celery, carrots? Nah, squashing duke I got the washer too Been sick for so long caught walking flu I thought you f**ers knew, it's the Rapper Pooh You better find out who I am n***a, get a clue I got a problem with your team, they can get it too You wanna check a n***a record? I got a few I thought you n***as knew [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] These sk**s are sharp, fangs sharp, jaw frames crush y'all lames So who am I to vision a collision in the fast lane? Total your vocal, leave you immobile while the octane Hit the stage with nine just like Wu-Tang Protect Ya Neck, twist your spine, open house your brain Nickname T-Pain, bullets sang Tippin skit, flippin hit, dip and rip your whole game Coroner bag and zip, eulogy your name Usually I maintain but rappers talking insane Science cla**, two school n***as re-enact that big bang Blast, bloodbath, bathe in the lead rain I ain't playing games, spray the heat like we Coldplay, rush your blood to the head, thoroughbred emcee North Cackalac, Cali and the D Illa J, Poobie, Lamont, who f**in with we? [Hook]