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| Fabolous Miscellaneous Respect Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respect my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respect I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respect Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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