Respect Lyrics - Birdman

Lil Wayne 

Tha Block Is Hot 

Respect Us 

What what what 

What what what 

What what what 

Listen, listen 

When. I come through. bustin' 

Everybody on. tha block be. run-nin' 

Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I. be. thug-gin' 

Got. them. things. ten up, keep. hustlin' 

Catch me at tha shop, I will. be. there 

And my prices stay low, I keep. it. there 

And if you want it raw, I got. it. right. here 

And if you want war, I am. your. nigh-tmare 

This is all I know, it's bang bang 

I hustle and slang slang 

My block. I hang hang 

Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man 

I represent CMB 

My cell is ten in heat 

I usually get in beef 

Was taught that it's him or me 

I pop head-bustas quick 

I rock here for my brick 

I chop that, I'ma (?) 

My shop here (?) 

I always. thug in black 

And always. bustin' gats 

Your girly's. fuckin' back 

Now how you... lovin' that 

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Hot Boy$, wardy. respect. us 

Represen-tin' Cash Money. Records 

It's warfare, you betta. vest. up 

But if you ain't scared, they blow. your. set. up 

Listen, listen 

I give it to 'em how they ask me 

Raw and nasty 

Tha AK, I pack it 

Believe I'm 'bout that action 

Slash a busta like a fraction 

I'm on that yolla 

Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder 

Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks 

Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts 

For only half-a brick 

I'll blast tha fifty 

Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what 

But it's about ta get ugly 

Ya'll betta call people up 

I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts 

Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up 

Ya'll betta duck 

When it get real, they hide from me 

But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it 

Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I. I die, cousin 

Weezy Wee. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!) 

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Nigga, let it be known 

I'll come blow up your home 

Take a few blunts to tha dome 

And. show up alone 

Just me and my. flame-torch 

Wayne start. danger 

Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya 

Burnin' off that Hennesy 

Some-a ya'll be feminine 

Bounce in with a twitch 

Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch 

God damn... son of a shhh!. Don't speak 

I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!. Give 'em heat 

Your cheese, I got. ta. get. paid 

I'm goin' all out, no matter what. it. takes 

I. was. raised. up on. that. paper 

Kill-for-the-scrill was. in. my. nature 

Tote M1's and keep. tha. block. hot 

Sell wrong colts to keep. my. glock. hot 

Never add taxes to. my. price, man 

And if a boy play, I ride. at. night, man 

What! 

Uh, uh, uh 

Say Lil' Weezy 

You did this one here, ya heard me 

They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one 

It's like they said, boy 

In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne 

It's your chrome, man, run that thang 

17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown 

Do that there 

Huh, huh, huh, huh