Don't Disrespect My Mind

Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pit bulls from my terrier that I call my home It ain't much, but its something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry What the fuck you on my block, if you ain't cool with me You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life Low G, now I got to earn another stripe Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car Ghetto clothes, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot's gon' be a faggot But if they want some static, I got an automatic This automatic, if I grab it Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket Looked at the wounded and all the graphic The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie A Commodore, when I go to war So get down so I can touch you quickly No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot You fuckin punk, that's why I don't fuck with you Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika