Roc-a-fella Get Low Respect It Lyrics - M.a.d.e. - Memphis Bleek

Okay, I'm reloaded, yeah, y'know 

It's Young E, Get Low in the bulding, we back 

M.A.D.E., everybody ready? It's that new shit ya hear 

Yo, Guru, let's do it for these niggas, yeah 

Ayo, Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless 

Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it 

The hood's still in back of me, guns still beside of me 

Still for the street, hoes, they wanna ride wit me 

Big print, like I just hit lottery 

Like y'all can't see a nigga straight from poverty 

We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around 

Some dudes make records an' say they underground 

But I choose not to go that far 'cuz I was born there, pa 

I don't gotta write bars, you niggaz see my scars? 

An' you know my story 

I'm more for the war, I'm 'bout guts an' glory 

Them other dudes front for y'all, I can't do it 

I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music 

I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up 

Put it on the street one week, watch it heat up 

Heavy rotation, rockin' on Hot 9 

You niggaz get your money right 'cuz I got mine 

An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless 

Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it 

I been in it since 9 to 6 before I could drive whips 

To focus on gettin' paid, before 'Coming of age' 

Niggaz, they understand the boy done became a man 

Loyal to all my peeps, that's why I did for the fam 

Who the fuck, want what? None of you niggaz 

I'm right back 'cuz I ain't done wit the bidniss 

Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect 

I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E. 

An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless 

Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it 

An' I'm from the M to the A to the R C Y 

So many niggaz be hatin', they don't want me to ride 

But, you see Bleek just livin' his life 

Instead you wanna see a nigga throwin' that iron 

Well, so be it, it's many dudes in the team 

That ain't family now an' y'all see it 

Dynasty though, it remain the same 

So every time you throw it up 

You know who changed the game, homie 

The ROC army, Get Low an' State Property 

Caked up in real estate an' never played Monopoly 

But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy? 

'Cuz of the bigger plate an' I got more baggies? 

But shit where's the love? 

I could tell you it ain't nuttin' over here but new guns an' slugs 

An' it's all about the butter, you ain't listenin', baby, boy? 

That the ROC'll never lose, we just kill an' destroy 

An' it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin' the streets reckless 

Get Low, the future, you gotta respect it