Lyrics Respect Mine - Method Man , Raekwon , Mathematics
Raekwon]
Fuck
ya'll
niggas
is
talkin'
bout?
(clack
clack-cla-clack
clack)
Crunchy
chump
motherfuckas,
ya'll
niggas
is
all
pussy
That's
my
word,
ya'll
know
how
the
realest
niggas
is
Don't
let
me
tell
ya'll
again,
bitch,
straight
up
I
put
all
this
right
there,
on
niggas
in
H.T.M.'s
son
Aiyo,
aiyo,
aiyo
All
magazines
lit,
fly
life
we
live
The
lingo
is
to
let,
ya'll
niggas
know,
how
niggas
rep
I'm
set,
lightin'
the
purple
in
a
new
jet
Triflin'
work,
let's
murder
everything
that
move
on
the
set
Goin'
back
to
basics,
shit
you
catch
case
with
Style
laced
with,
arsonic,
before
you
taste
it
Rap
matrix,
gemini's
is
two
faced
it,
I
heard
Rob
Based
it
"Bad
boys"
retire
out
the
game
just
like
Mase
did
Dish
it
out
and
take
it
To
where
I'm
bout
to
go
and
everybody
ain't
gon'
make
it
Blow
shipments
out
the
rap
shit,
clap
shit
Most
of
us
attack
shit,
mean
Benz,
ballin'
wit
the
bad
chick
Take
over,
quick
fast,
violate,
slap
shit
And
every
borough,
state,
town,
prison,
map
shit
Makeover
hoes
that
blow,
they
attract
dick
Shine
on
my
jims,
glow,
on
the
low,
slap
dick
To
every
mean
queen
clean,
keep
it
black
chick
My
motto,
CREAM,
green
bottle
of
the
phat
shit
"Brothers
respect
mine!"
- Raekwon
(Uh,
uh,
what,
for
real
nigga,
step
the
fuck
off?)
Aiyo,
Ice
Cream,
real
niggas
in
whips
Fur
coats,
Gucci
boots
and
shit,
fly
honey
dip
Streets
and
clips
is
what
we
live
for,
rub
on
the
floor
Ox
in
the
jaw,
rockin'
the
four,
rugged
and
raw
Righteous
and
more,
we
the
gliders,
the
outsiders
Killa
Bee
hivers,
the
big
boy
drivers
The
conivers,
the
four
fivers,
survivors
We
the
livest
and
carry
the
heaters,
coke
is
in
the
meters
Six
to
eight
seaters,
circle
the
mind
readers
Pumas,
Nikes,
and
Adidas,
hip
hop
achievers
Love
hood
rats
and
love
divas,
love
money,
love
sex
Love
vets,
love
weed
and
love
wrecks
All
in
together
now,
follow
me
the
Method
Raw
individual,
the
enemy
you
slept
with
No
love
here,
no
tender,
love
and
care
But
M.C.'s,
I'm
starvin',
niggas
best
before
For
consumption,
for
wack
assumption
You
can
catch
a
bad
one
or
somethin'
From
shotgun,
you
know
I'm
pza-pza-pumpin'
Jumpin',
thumpin',
get
crunk
and
Drunk
inside
the
function
+Uncontrolled+
with
the
+Substance+
+Beneath
the
Surface+
there's
+Redemption+
For
Bobby
Digital
+Supreme
Clientele+
convention,
+Nigga
Please+
+Immobilarity+
they
can't
breath
til
they
+Blackout!+
I
used
to
write
and
smoke
L's
in
the
crackhouse
Pull
your
wig
like
a
potato
then
I
mash
out
Check
your
ego
at
the
door
Better
wipe
your
feet
before
you
step
me,
or
it's
yourz!
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