Lloyd Banks - Respect It lyrics

[Intro: Nicky Santoro] If You dont have my money for me I'll crack your f**ing head wide open In front of everyone in the bank And just about the time I'm coming out the bank You'll be coming out ya coma And guess what Ill split your f**ing head open again [Verse 1: Fabolous] When I ain't chilling, I'm k**ing So there's no competition A real n***a with money That's one hell of a composition Only costing me five, make it look like it's twenty They say I look like my mama, I say I look like my money You can't tell me I ain't looking like a motherf**ing million Played my cards right, now I'm the motherf**er dealing Got the LV on like a Runnin' Rebel Duke chain, got cross full of blue devils No college or nine-to-five, but I'm a grinder Not the kind of n***a who major in something minor My shooters like recruiters, they'll come and find ya Heat every day, I call them the summertimers Truth be told, you n***as never told the truth I'm guilty of getting money, and I show the proof Buy a car like fast food, roll up to the booth Then I order a new coupe and tell them, hold the roof [Hook: Lloyd Banks] I get mine by the seconds, n***a Shining on them out here 24-7, yeah Don't trust nothing but your weapon Get your dough and don't sleep Like the city that I'm repping All the bad b**hes check him Solo when I step in Two girls when I step out Them bottles in my section, yeah Ain't no time to hear no stressing Get it like I got mine And they all gon' respect it [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I had the crown for so long, can't put it up in the closet I get millions of dollars, I make heavy deposits Ain't no if, ands, or maybes, I probably let it go The one who fathered your style, the guardian of your flow If your dope is a nine, it's hardly ever slow I'm in Versace again, probably head to toe I keep my hands to myself, but I know how to touch you They say I know how to rap, I say I know how to hustle Trying to get wavy on me, but I know how to brush you And now you think you the sh**, but I know how to flush you Shhh! Quiet money off of loud packs Watch out for Kentucky, cause they some wild cats Kingpins turn to wild rats When you get that paperwork -- that's wild facts I was raised on a hard block Flipped it twice, get the drop and the hard top What? [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Zone as my j**els hit Dozen bottles when I'm on my cool sh** Hundred thousand on me times two, chick Woke up in something, I had to start with her buzzing They never looked just about me, now they react like they love 'im I hate you s**ers with a pa**ion Man of the ugly, plug me in I come to win, kingpin win, I'm mashing Screams while I'm stepping through Some kind of respect is due Chief with the spear like the Seminoles, FSU I'm on my higher power, I don't trust a soul Put all my enemies together and crush em slow First I need a statue, then I need it dumped in gold Flyer than all that new sh**, in something old f** your statement if it ain't about a payment If you see me make mistakes, I'm glad to see you've seen me naked Take a look at how I'm living Live my days like my last Last time I was there There were tables of cash [Hook]