Respect This Hustle Lyrics - T.i. Vs. T.i.p - T.i.

R E S P E C T M Y H U S T L E 

You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle 

Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle 

I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory 

I'm down to die for it, absolutely mandatory 

Respect this hustle, respect this hustle 

Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle 

This nigga bitch meant I'm gettin' paid six ways 

My shits laid, shits sprayed, lemonade with blades 

Keep your mouth closed, you don't want to get sprayed 

Shoot you down your body, let you sun bathe six days 

Kamikaze, Renegade, now we never get afraid 

Kept the trap hot enough to fry egg in the shade 

I ball till the day, I'm lying dead in the grave 

I left the Fed behind the wall 'cause I ain't get away 

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Chopper 'round the corner in a bush with a brick of yay 

A bust can happen any day, we out here trapping anyway 

Gettin' money's an addiction, damn, what a nigga say? 

I got a real bad condition if I ain't gettin' paid 

Hand over fist, what I'm missing, got to get busy 

I know you see this car I'm driving 

See the house that I live in and figure this is enough 

But, nigga, I want way more, really this is play doe 

You set your sights way low 

I had enough of the game, I don't know whether to stay or go 

Indifferent group of lames and suckers here, which way I go? 

Well, nigga, now you're a king, why you always got to say it for? 

'Cause they said I couldn't say it before 

And I remember all it did was fuck my temper up more, Doug and J know 

I say I wear the crown not a halo, sorry 

Niggas think they seeing me but they're so sorry 

They're fast but they ain't no Ferrari, no 

R E S P E C T M Y H U S T L E 

You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle 

Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle 

I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory 

I'm down to die for it, absolutely mandatory 

Respect this hustle, respect this hustle 

Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle 

You think you been pulling gats, fussing, cussing enough 

Right here bragging 'bout these niggas, you been busting enough 

Man, look around, ain't nobody suffering but us 

You could beat a hundred cases, catch one and you're fucked 

I get probation, is you crazy? Pull a gun in the club 

See how many folks and polices put you down in the club 

If we got to come with a slug why we come to the club? 

How much more of this shit you think we can put under the rug 

Look we already told them, I told you so 

But all these niggas speaking out whoever spoke before 

Don't take it personal, people want to be close to folk 

What you think the televisions and the posters for? 

I'm claustrophobic though, well, then you need to see a doctor for it 

I ain't joking, you close T.I.P., you 'bout to blow it 

You forget about them nights in the cells? Did you honestly? 

We were having talk with God and you promised us 

He made a way for you to be large and you done it 

Out the gate Urban Legend went on to do numbers 

Sold a mil, made ATL king first week 

Five hundred with the Grammy but not the one that I wanted 

What about them eight figure deals and that other new money 

But ask yourself something, where the gun you got from me? Keep it real 

Think about some one other than yourself some time 

Did you keep your problem part low? Hey, just keep it real 

R E S P E C T M Y H U S T L E 

You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle 

Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle 

I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory 

I'm down to die for it, absolutely mandatory 

Respect this hustle, respect this hustle 

Won't accept nothin' else so respect this hustle