Jeezy (Young Jeezy)

Jeezy (Young Jeezy) - Respect lyrics

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Yeah, yeah, uh

Hate me nigga

Yeah, hate me nigga

Hate me nigga

Hate me nigga

Hate me nigga



I'm from a small hood, them niggas 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 shit around my wrist, it cost a check

Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real

Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal

Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?

If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect



Mr. Thug Motivation, yeah that's right the icon

Step up in this muthaf**ka, they like who cut the lights on

I can't pull my card 'cause I'm the muthaf**kin' dealer, boy

The ice cream man, except talkin' that vanilla, boy

Dropped that new Madonna, niggas love me like I'm 2Pac

Pulled up with that nina, gave it to 'em in a tubesock

You kickin' lil' shit, I go tsunami on you shrimp niggas

Might just show up in some new Armani on you simp niggas

Got me feeling Al Pacino straight up off that boat, boy

I ain't talkin' chicken curry, you niggas f**kin' with the goat, boy

Glass pot, gas stove, I can show you what it cook like

When a real nigga beat the odds that's what it look like (Let's go)



I'm from a small hood, them niggas 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 shit around my wrist, it cost a check

Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real

Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal

Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?

If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect



Whole lotta dick ridin', oh I see what's goin' on

Yeah these pussy niggas 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 niggas lookin' monkey though

Grown ass man homie, I ain't wit the clown shit

You New Edition niggas, got me on my Bobby Brown shit

Gupy ass niggas, yeah y'all howlin' at the moon, bitch

Be on that front line like Charlie Sheen in Platoon, bitch

You hear them niggas hissin' in the dark, you know the snake type

Type of nigga always preachin' real, you know the fake type

King of this shit, damn right I wear that crown, tight

Real nigga beat the odds, this exactly what it sound like



I'm from a small hood, them niggas 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 shit around my wrist, it cost a check

Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real

Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas 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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