Lyrics:
style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is calling me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is calling me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
the officer
(C)
Cornelius Brown, cops chose to kill
They shot him seven times, he was mentally ill
(D)
Dominic Fuller was murdered, it gets stranger
They
around with the team, yeah
We gon' go do numbers
We gon' go do numbers, yeah
Like Aretha I got R-E-S-P-ECT, yeah
'Fore I sleep I charge my iPhone and my
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Respect the profession
Enough is enough
Our lust just can't be brushed away
Criminal by suppression
But
r-e-s-p-e-c-t in my streets
got me feeling like Lebron
Cause Im still giving that heat
I aint got time for these sign o the times minus the rhymes
Imma be your
a keeper
R-e-s-p-e-c-t Aretha
She would be my reason
For hangin my jersey up
The worthy one
I’m searching for
That URGENT kinda love
That URGENT kinda touch
check the stats league leader
Unanimous decision MVP shit
I don't want beef like I'm a vegan
Niggas tried to son me I Tariq'd him
I need my R-E-S-P-E-C
fuckin' Reefer
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, auntie listenin' to Aretha
And it's just another day in the wild, wild south
If you from the dirty south, you know what I'm
And I'm feelin' like Aretha, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, bitch
the back, like to pull your hair
Macho man when I'm gettin' up in there
I can change your life, first time that I meet ya
Gotta show some R-E-S-P-E-C-T for
Burna boi
R.I.P Virgil
My Louis vuitton di real Ka Burna Boi
Wetin dey sup
How e dey be
Wetin dey sup
How e dey be
O buru na men a no ro street Nwa how e
the girls who's in love with theyself
This is for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This is for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This is
Aye, yea
J U I C E
Overfill mentally
Rather die then have no peace
It's my thoughts that keep me weak
They be diving in so sleek
Count the nights I'm
folder
Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
Grippin' on tha grain
Cause so much pain
To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain
Watch they
folder
Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
Grippin' on tha grain
Cause so much pain
To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin' with the grain
Watch they
a long way from being watched by Zerena, uh
K-I-double L- double E-N-T-X, always got a place in my heart
Rest in Peace to Mojo, Unc I wish you could see me
ficou obeso e sua mente tá anoréxica
Alma vazia, formada em atrasar
Enquanto eu estudo a calçada da vida pra chega e tenta soma
Rap não tem cor, C.E.P
The all gold presidential, Ice around the bezel. I call it lucypher, The bright and morning star, L-U-C-Y-P-H-E-R.
They couldn’t accept me as God so they
to J-O-E-P-L-E-A-S-E please!
Baby don't you get it
You are my addiction
And I was your affliction
Girl I learned my lesson
Now I want you back
By any means
Back
"id "ttention, dusting off "n Artif"cts CD,
Art of r"p from R"kim w"s supreme,
P"rents seen "nd were worried Iʼd be e"ten by the streets,
On the wrong side
cheeba, but some call it reefer
Give me are-E-S-P-E-see-T, but name ain't Aretha
I like to get loose, I'm the MC with the true
I came to give the party that
Got my hat tilted on a bitch I think I'm T-I
Blazed in a daze you can see it in my E-Y
E's cuz be high
You ain't know it's b-Y
C bitch it's B.I
Z
a strap
I am not a dyke
Keep moonwalking and he can get sniped
R E S P E C T baby girl your my ecstasy
I be home by tonight
I be home by tonight
Hit you
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