Respect My Gangsta — текст песни (Drag-On f Styles P)

Yeah, what up?
New York City, what up?
This your boy, to the Dash
S.P., Double R
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
Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks
I`m at the dealer coppin shit they ain`t make yet
You think you`re nigga happy, I`m just trigger happy
Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin 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 wanna anger me, upset me or startle me
You don`t want a part of me, I`m goin 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 fuckin house down so I don`t need a mask on

[Chorus: Drag-On & Styles x2]
You don`t respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta
Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin 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 yall niggaz missin your moms
Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms
And ain`t nothin 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, bannana 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 motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis
Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I`ll mash ya shit
Yall niggaz 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 niggaz pop off off imposts
Murder ya kinfolks and we ain`t even fuckin start wildin
So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga
Cause we`ll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga

[Chorus)



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