Respect My Gangsta Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Yeah, what up? 

New York City, what up? 

This your boy, to the Dash 

S.P., Double R 

Hell and Back 

Styles straight out the penn 

[Styles P] 

You don't like my shit you could bite my dick 

I got a case, I'ma fight my shit 

I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit 

I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers 

Stick up kid took the game over 

Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks 

I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet 

You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy 

Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me 

I got major plans, you get in the way 

And your throat is the place where my banger lands 

You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me 

You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries 

And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death 

You about to die loser 

This is Holiday and Dash-On 

We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on 

[Chorus: Drag-On