Juvenile - Respect Us lyrics

[Lil' Wayne] What what what What what what What what what Listen, listen When I come through bustin' Everybody on the block be runnin' Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thuggin' Got them things, ten a key, hustlin' Catch me at tha 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.. nigh-tmare 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 in key I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop head-bustas quick I rock here for my brick I chop that, Dominic's My shop here by the vic's I always.. thug in black And always.. bustin' gats Your girl legs.. pumpin' back Now how you... lovin' that? Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up [Verse 2] Listen, listen I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty Tha AK, I pack it Believe I'm 'bout that action Slash a busta like a fraction I'm on that yolla Standin' on tha 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 ta order a dozen of T-shirts For only half-a brick I'll blast tha fifth And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what But it's about ta get ugly Ya'll betta call people up I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll betta duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get k**ed, I'm tired of it Man, I'm thuggin' 'til the day I-I die, cousin Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in (Whoop!) (Hook 2x) [Verse 3] n***a, let it be known I'll come blow up your home Take a few blunts to tha 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 Burnin' off that Hennesy Some-a ya'll be feminine Bounce in with a twitch Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak I co*ked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper k**-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. 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! (Chorus 3x) [Juvenile} Uh, uh, uh Say Lil' Weezy You did this one here, ya heard me They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one It's like they said, boy In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne It's your chrome, man, run that thang 17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown Do that there Huh, huh, huh, huh