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JAY-Z

"Respect"

Yeah, uh
Hate me n*gga
Yeah, hate me n*gga
Hate me n*gga
Hate me n*gga
Hate me n*gga

[Chorus]
I'm from a small hood, them n*ggas call me the connect
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC
And you know the sh*t around my wrist, it cost a check
sh*t these n*ggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them n*ggas know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

[Verse 1]
Mr. Thug Motivation, yeah that's right the icon
Step up in this muthaf*cka, they like who cut the lights on
I can't pull my card 'cause I'm the muthaf*ckin dealer, boy
The ice cream man, we simply talkin' that vanilla, boy
Dropped that new Madonna, n*ggas love me like I'm 2Pac
Pulled up with that nina, gave it to 'em in a tubesock
You kickin' lil sh*t, I go tsunami on you shrimp n*ggas
Might just show up in some new Armani on you simp n*ggas
I got to get it like, Al Pacino straight up off that boat, boy
I ain't talkin' chicken curry, you n*ggas f*ckin' with the goat, boy
Glass pot, gas stove, I can show you what it cook like
Put a real n*gga, beat the odds that's what it look like
Let's go

[Chorus]
I'm from a small hood, them n*ggas call me the connect
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC
And you know the sh*t around my wrist, it cost a check
sh*t these n*ggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them n*ggas know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

[Verse 2]
Whole lotta di*k ridin', oh I see what's goin' on
Yeah these pus*y n*ggas mad, that I won't play along
All that boss talk, low-key you's a flunky though
Like Rico off of Belly, yeah you n*ggas lookin' monkey though
Grown ass man homie, I ain't wit the clown sh*t
You New Edition n*ggas, got me on my Bobby Brown sh*t
Grumpy ass n*ggas, yeah y'all howlin' at the moon, b*tch
Be on that front line like Charlie Sheen in Platoon, b*tch
You hear them n*ggas hissin' in the dark, you know the snake type
Type of n*gga always preachin' real, you know the fake type
King of this sh*t, damn right I wear that crown, tight
Real n*gga beat the odds, this exactly what it sound like

[Chorus]
I'm from a small hood, them n*ggas call me the connect
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC
And you know the sh*t around my wrist, it cost a check
sh*t these n*ggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them n*ggas know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

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