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paul wall and chamillionaire - respect my grind lyrics

[chamillionaire]
see your rhyme’s the kinda rhyme, that’s flooded with punch lines
my rhyme’s the kinda rhyme, that make n-ggas punch nine
one what dum-dum, the police gotta come down
and keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
raps dying without me, i need to breathe some breath in it
it seems like it’s a shortage, of real n-ggas left in it
ain’t no if’s and’s or but’s, somebody is deaf in it
the game got a lot of rappers, but i am the best in it n-gga move

[hook]
fake n-ggas step aside, cause them real n-ggas coming through
you can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo
we ready, we ready for you
so respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
i can make it to the top, when they was saying i would lose
now i got my middle finger, talking back to you
i done paid my dues, to get me respect where it’s due
so respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

[chamillionaire]
gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind
if your scheme ain’t bout green, your transaction get declined
if your scheme ain’t bout green, i forgot it nevermind
if your team ain’t my team, get in line and get behind
i’m next up in line, headed up there with jay-z and them
big e and em-inem, and i can’t even swim
but ain’t too many n-ggas i know, that go as deep as them
and me uh-um freestyle, naw i don’t need a pen
it’s me your kin, the one major labels love to call
got chamillionaire on the line did you get him, naw
yep i kept with it, the rap book i slept with it
said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
n-ggas criticizing koopa, now koopa addressing it
stop crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
or put your money against my uppercut punch, and let’s win it
your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted koopa

[hook]

[paul wall]
i’m the people’s champ, you the people’s chump
you talking bfi trash, but you still a punk
i’m on the road to success, and i’m ready to drive
i’m in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a ride
i heard it through the grapevine, you been talking down
but you be riding my d-ck, soon as i come around
i know you see me shining, i know it hurts your heart
i’m one hundred percent, i’ve been it from the start
i always kept it real, you always kept it fake
i always showed love, you always showed hate
you think the game owe you, but you ain’t got a clue
if you be good to the game, it’ll be good to you
you claiming that you real, but you like a piece of gl-ss
i can see through your lies, you falling off fast
you trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
but you’d be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place

[hook]

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