| Listen, we gon talk about a word
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| That we don’t see and hear too much, too often
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| Respect, yeah
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| Yeah you ain’t gotta like me, that statement is true
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| But respect is when people see you, when they act like they do Stripes don’t come, from talking all hard
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| It’s a whole lot of hard talkers, up in the graveyard
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| Listen shady cats, I’ll never respect em People pull stunts on you, then get mad when you check em I send love, to my real O.G.'s that died
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| It’s some dead cats I respect, more than ones who alive
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| For real, fools recording these gangsta joints
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| Lying on your records, trying to score some gangsta points
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| Nothing but fake thugs, shooting make believe slugs
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| Imagine every dope dealer, selling invisible drugs
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| Respect, ain’t how many laws you broke
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| How many times you went to jail, how much weed you smoke
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| How many cars you got, how many diamonds up in your teeth
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| If you ain’t real, you could still lay face up in the street listen
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| (you gon respect me), long as I’m rolling with the God
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| Partna, I don’t need nobody to protect me People pulling funny moves, just to spite me It might be jealousy, you ain’t gotta like me but
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| (you gon respect me), and if I die
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| Real G I garuntee, that the streets’ll resurrect me Be who you are, things’ll fall into place
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| Disrespect the game, watch it blow up in your face
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| See that’s what’s wrong with America, we plays appearances people stare at ya And judge, without decifering the fabric of your character
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| Everybody in the hood, dealing with issues
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| The same man you criticize, you couldn’t walk a yard in his shoes
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| How you gon brag, cause you went to jail
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| Your lil’mama spent your bail, and never sent you mail
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| If she was really down, she would represent you well
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| Soon as you got in there, they poked you out and bent your tail
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| You can’t persecute these youngsters, it’s rough getting older
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| They get high, because it’s hard to face that dirty world sober
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| But criticizing, ain’t gon help they condition
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| Instead of turning on em, sit 'em down quit talking and listen
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| They turn to the streets, cause it ain’t no love at home
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| Thinking hustling is fly, bragging and get swoll in the dome
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| But a real G ain’t gotta glorify, nothing they do Cause if you really true to the game, the streets gon glorify you listen
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| Feel what I’m saying, and try to understood good
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| Ask yourself a question, what’s worse losing some money or your manhood
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| Don’t be counterfeit, spit what you live
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| When it come to respect, remember that you get what you give
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| A lot of females be tripping, and some of you grown
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| Dressing like hookers, then get mad when men come at you wrong
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| Some of y’all be trying to get attention, with your behind
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| Don’t understand that you can, attract a man with your mind
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| If your body, is all you got to offer a brother
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| What’s gon be left, when y’all get tired of laying up with each other
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| I don’t consider you a hoe, but that’s the image you show
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| Cause I’m knocking you down, and we just met two hours ago
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| But I can’t talk about nobody, without checking me first
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| I ain’t no better than her, if anything I’m worse fa sho
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| Show me respect, then nothing’ll come of it Just make sure, that you don’t put a D-I-S in the front of it listen
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| (*talking*)
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| Yeah, listen to your boy for a second man
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| The word respect means, the state of being regarded
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| With difference or esteem, willingness to show consideration
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| Or appreciation, polite expressions or consideration
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| Or difference, in other words man just
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| Give people, what you would want man
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| Treat people, like you would wanna be treated man
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| You know I’m saying, don’t look at a person’s situation
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| And judge 'em off, what you see
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| Judge that person, off his intentions you know I’m saying
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| Cause what appears, to the eye
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| Might not be, what’s really going down
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| So in other words man, respect people mind you feel me |