Respect (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. The Cash Money Millionaires) - Album Version (Edited)

Funk Flex, Big Kap, Cash Money

Even if I don't get no taller, I'ma always be a C.M.B baller
Wanted for manslaughter, they call me quick drawer
Weezy two pistols, I bought me a revolver
AK and two missiles, look, I'm ready for war
But do you fell the same? Look, come swim in my water
Tangle wit' Lil Wayne, bruh, you must be retarda
Don't know 'bout my n-, I'm a 17 off ya
Runnin' with guerrillas, life's group is my big brother

Thugged out and ready, and I'm just a lil' shorter
But gangsta like Joe Pesci get ready to cock it and let it
Cut a n- like machetes, turn 'em to confetti (all gone)
They want it raw dog so give 'em all hair
Dressed up in camouflage, me and Juve' in a V12
Just duct tape the n-, throw his body in the lake
I ain't like him anyway 'cause the n- too fake

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one that's a wrap)

My worries was to get paid and double my earning
Go at it, don't be afraid, and just keep on burning
Don't let it go to my head and take care of my children
Stay outta all of that bullsh-, and change my appearance
I fear no motherf-, I'm a man, ya know
Ya want beef but I choose it with the calicoes
Magnolia my home, and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassing charge when you f- with me

And it won't be the police when it's bringing you down
It will be a whole bunch of n- that's banging them rounds
Tearing it down, had that third ward uptown
F- around, got a n- stuck, what now?
We could do this sh-, pursue this sh- ya know
We knew this sh-, went through this sh- before
Blood thicker than water and that's all the time
You takes nothing from me 'cause I'm a war for mine

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

I play the game realer than the average killer on the streets
Ain't no way I could have a b- n- thinking I'm weak
I tote heat, so be prepared to release, ya heard me? (Ya heard me?)
Play myself, she slipped and the busta served me (uh-huh)
I rips it up, hit ya block, lift the b- up
Tell me what else could I do besides down or get drowned
That's why when I'm off in drama, I goes out
Come in ya house, click-clack in ya baby mama's mouth

That's what it's about if ya doubt that
In the projects with ya head chopped where ya found at, I did that
I'm a n- that be squeezing the trigger at random
Nabbin' n- we call ho bustas for ransom
They don't call they people up tell 'em I blast 'em
That's how it go in the game, f- right I blast them
I'm a fool with that black .9, ay, and I got a click that's full of soldiers
Coming in that water behind me (no respect for ya b-)

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

You take respect n- (ya playin' the wrong one)
I'll break ya neck, n- (ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
I use K's to wet n- (I'm spraying the whole room)
Better watch your back, n- (lil' one, that's a wrap)

(Lil' one, that's a wrap)
(Ya playin' the wrong one)
(Ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
(Ya playin' wit' the wrong gun)
(Lil' one, that's a wrap)



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Tab Virgil
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