Various Artists - Men of Respect lyrics

Intro: Sheek Luchion Yeah, what the deal. This is what y'all n***as been waiting for? This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino sh**. L.O.X. sh** Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh, oh Verse One: Sheek Luchion Yo I don't toss it when I pop, I just run up in the spot Pour acid on my Glock and start burying the pot In the back yard, used to have the dead dog I stuffed with G's Tell the cops that he died from fleas That sh** was well planned, but I know when it happens When the sh** hits the fan, and that n***a be your man And get caught red hand with a half a pelican What do you do? Don't stall Spring him and buy more It's the code of the streets If your belly ain't the beast And you ain't hungry for this cake How much you expect to make? When I was young I threw parties and had food fights at school Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool So that taught me I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies Five cent a chip The next month, bought a whip Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know I'm getting s** from 9th and up, that's living it up Not Donald Trump but what, buying pies for the cla** Fifteen buying Hydro in gla** Way back when Only drinking Gin Now I'm a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes Used to pump my fist with Arsenio Player hating n***as that used to rap in all the videos That needed to be me My click needed to be G All up in the game, with b**hes riding our train And I'm pretty sure my n***a Kasino feeling the same Verse Two: Kasino Ayo you can't tell me nothing about doing dirt Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work I been there, any part of the game you name I done did it, even after Sledge runs in it I done copped out, blew trial, done my whole sentence Went from no dough, 'til the point when the dough don't grow Got too big for them little whips, the door won't close Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers clothes Went from hand me downs, but y'all hear me now Don't forget that I'm sober when y'all staring me down Got a team of hungry n***as, that's my family now And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns Went from spitting bangers in the yard, to spitting a round And yo I promise not to act funny Loyalty to all them n***as who react for me Handle my gats for me, but for this rap money I was three cars deep, and this my pack money Eating and learning to act hungry ]From South Cat country, hustling cane I'm like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game Verse Three: Styles Paniro I swear if I die, don't you dare send me flowers If you ain't a friend of ours s**er, they call me S. 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I don't blend with cowards I spit Heroin, make y'all n***as pure dope heads Like Tony when he went to k** Frank Lopez Top of the world Gun co*ked, co*king' your girl Blowing the steam Feels good fulfilling your dream Using your head, while y'all n***as losing your bread Watching the snakes in the garden and I'll watch y'all dead Whether I'm living or dying, got 'em rough riding Leave with two b**hes 100 G's plus iron Styles spits the sh** that'll have n***as crying Telling your man what I said, f**ing with Dreads In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds Lock me up, your little a** copied up Had the whole East Side looking poppied up Hop in the Porsche Cranberry frosty sauce Deep dish 18's Out of state play things Ten n***as behind me, we all racing Eleven left hands with them platinum face things Busting a left, about the get the truck with the checks Sending you d**h for f**ing with the Men of Respect Verse Four: Jadakiss Y'all think y'all getting a dime of this rap money, you crazy I'm hungry and I can't pump no more, I'm lazy I never did like you, I really don't know you And just because I give you a dap, I'll still blow you Listen here, we just gonna make one thing clear You gonna lose two of your mans a month, for a year Yeah I seen ill n***as slide off broke That's why I got incorporated, now I write off coke Burning the hash, keep money, learning the stash My credit is great, but I buy burners with cash I'm the n***a that'll come through and light up an ounce Y'all the f*ggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights I bear right, bust a U, then hop out with the pump And make all them n***as empty all their sh** in the trunk Jadakiss in the top 5, dead or alive Spit bees at a n***a, that'll give him the hives Whenever you hear me, it'll be the flow of the night Just gimme a light, and lower the Mic I swear to God, have everybody saying I'm the MC of their choice Then they'll remember it was me, raspy voice Got Clive D, Lyor and Tommy Trying to buy me I don't wanna talk, all y'all do is send me a check L.O.X. and Kasino be the Men of Respect Chorus: all Men of Respect, steal the work, k** the connect You look dry so we leaving you wet I don't care if I'm sentenced to d**h I'mma still get dough 'til my very last breath