Mathematics Respect Mine Lyrics

Respect Mine Lyrics

f/ Cappadonna, Method Man, Raekwon



[Intro: Raekwon]

Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)

Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy

That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is

Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up

I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son

Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo



[Chorus: Raekwon]

All magazines lit, fly life we live

The lingo is to let, ya'll niggaz know, how niggaz rep

I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet

Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set



[Method Man]

Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with

Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it

Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it

"Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did

Dish it out and take it

To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it



[Raekwon]

Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit

Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick

Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit

And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit

Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick

Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick

To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick

My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit



[Chorus 2X]



[Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)]

"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon

(Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)



[Cappadonna]

Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggaz in whips

Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip

Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor

Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw

Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders

Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers

The conivers, the four fivers, survivors

We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters

Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers

Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers

Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex

Love vets, love weed and love wrecks



[Method Man]

All in together now, follow me the Method

Raw individual, the enemy you slept with

No love here, no tender, love and care

But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggaz best before

For consumption, for wack assumption

You can catch a bad one or somethin'

From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'

Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and

Drunk inside the function

+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+

+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+

For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+

+Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+

I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse

Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out

Check your ego at the door

Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz!



[Chorus 2X]