Respect My Grind Lyrics - Paul Wall

(Chamillionaire) 

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines 

My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga move 

(Hook: Chamillionaire) 

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas 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 

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(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 niggas 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 rapper got slept with it 

Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it 

Niggas 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 

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(Hook: Chamillionaire) 

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas 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 

(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 dick, 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 glass 

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: Chamillionaire) 

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas 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