Respect My Gangsta

Yeah, what up? New York City, what up? This your boy, to the Dash S.P., Double are 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 Niggas hate death, still gotta break necks I'm at the dealer copping shit they ain't make yet You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy Phone ring a lot, niggas throwing 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 want to anger me, upset me or startle me You don't want a part of me, I'm going 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 fucking house down so I don't need a mask on [Chorus: x2] You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta Or get stabbed with this motherfucking banger Tell 'em P You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case I'ma fight my shit This for the streets [Drag-On] Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine I'll have y'all niggas missing your moms Then let you find her wearing long sleeves but missing her arms And ain't nothing for me to twist ya wig All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G Then come back and level the city I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty My vest weigh fifteen, banana hold sixty So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest [Chorus] [Styles P] It's like a Kodak moment come capture this How I motherfucking fracture shit, y'all niggas talking blaphemis Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shit Y'all niggas like potatoes to me And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me And I ain't got a problem wit a problem Fuck 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin [Drag-On] Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent My niggas pop off off imposts Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even fucking start wilding So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga [Chorus) --- Respect My Gangsta - Drag-On and Styles P