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funkmaster flex & big kap - respect lyrics

funkflex
big kap
cash money
even if i don’t get no taller
i’m a always be a c.m.b baller
wanted for manslaughter
they call me quick drawer
weezie 2 pistols
i bought me a revolver
a “k” and 2 missles look
i’m ready for war
but do you fell the same?!?!?!
look come swim in my water
tangle wit lil wayne
brah you must be r-t-rda
don’t know bout my n-ggas?!?!?!
i’m a 17 off ya
runnin with gurillas
life’s group is my big brotha
thugged out and ready
but just a lil shorta
but gangsta like joe pesci get ready to c-ck it and let it
cut a n-gga like mashedee’s
turn em to confetti (all gone)
they want it raw dogg so give em all hair
dressed up in camoflauge
me juve in a v12
just duck tape the n-gga
throw his body in the lake
i ain’t like him anyway cause the n-gga too fake
i take respect n-gga (ya playin the wrong one)
i’ll break ya neck n-gga (ya playin wit da wrong gun)
i use k’s to wet n-ggas (i’m spraying da whole room)
better watch you back n-gga (lil one that’s a wrap)
my worries was to get paid and double my earn
go at it don’t be affraid
and keep on burning
don’t let it go to my head and take care of my children
stay outta all of that bullsh-t
and change my appearence
i fears no m-th-f-cka i’m a man ya know
ya want beef but i choose it with the calicoes
magnolia my home
and it’s gon always be
you get a tressp-ssing charge when you f-ckin with me
and it won’t be the police when it’s bringing you down
it will be a whole bunch of n-ggas that’s banging them rounds
tearing it down
how that 3rd ward uptown
f-ckin around, got a n-gga stuck, what now?!?!?!
we could do this sh-t, pursue this sh-t ya know
we knew this sh-t, went through this sh-t befoe
blood thicker than water and that’s all the time
you takes
nothing from me cause i’m a war for mine
i play the game realer than the average k!ller
on the streets
ain’t no way i could have a b-tch n-gga thinking i’m weak
i tote heat
so be prepared to release ya herd me (ya herd me)
play myself, she slipped and the busta served me (uh-uh)
i rips it up, hit ya block, lift the b-tch up
tell me what else could i do besides down or get drowned
that’s why when i’m off in drama i goes out
come in ya house
cl!ck clack in ya baby mama’s mouth
that’s what it’s about if ya doubt that
in the projects with ya head chopped where ya found at
i did that
i’m a n-gga that be squeezing the trigga at random
nabbin n-ggas we call hoe busta’s for ransom
they don’t call they people up tell em i blast em
that’s how it go in the game
f-ckin right i blast them
i’m a fool with that black 9 eh
and i got a cl!ck that’s full of soldiers
coming in that water behind me, no respect for ya b-tch

- funkmaster flex big kap lyrics

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