Drag On Respect My Gangsta Lyrics

Respect My Gangsta Lyrics

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)