L.S. - Respect lyrics

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherf**ers I ain't no k**er right But y'all n***as gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, sh** You f**in with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin 'bout k**in ya With machine guns shotties, desert Eag' dillingers Putting a bullet as big as a battery through a n***as anatomy And watchin him die slow You need full clips to push up in the joint When you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint Cuz theses motherf**as will push him to the point That you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint But they'll box you in the corner And you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner Ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle Till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) Till there's a mural on your block and some candles Who wanna die? [Hook] I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in punk I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in chump I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in clown Cuz I'mma have to k** someone just to get some respeck My teflons will have you screamin like Wyclef Jean (someone please call 9-1-1) But if they ever get the watch on my left arm Ima have Marbury (more buried) than that guy Stephon First, they put that white sheet over you brother Then the newspapers put you all over the cover Then you in a suit one hand cross over the other Last you in the earth with the dirt over you brother A tinted hearse is what most men leave in Followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin One pull of marijuana Ima wanna k** you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor But, I'm loosin my patience f** it, send me to the island I could use a vacation Now it's easy for me to understand How you could just k** a man [Hook] I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in punk I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in chump I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in clown Cuz I'mma have to k** someone just to get some respeck I'd rather be Judged by twelve than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here n***a then its right here n***a Picture me put in my hearse Like I ain't gotta clip full of hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit 'em up outta here then get 'em up outta here I got the juice, like bishop had wit him That just don't give a f**, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him, before the f**er run into me I dunno what the f** has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So n***as better give me my respect or give me life [Hook] I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in punk I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in chump I don't wanna k** no one but I ain't no motherf**in clown Cuz I'mma have to k** someone just to get some respeck Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to this, right But f** it.. n***as will push you to that point man n***as will play with you so f**in much man Aggravate you so f**in much man That you wanna k** a n***a man Yea