Respect Due

Lyrics

[Hook x4: Rap samples] "Whatcha gonna do when we come correct?" "Here I come up! Tick-tick, and I don't stop!" [Verse 1: Treach] We're on wax and it concerns ya that makes us eternal like a picture Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture, rips ya scripture I'll mack a meal, in fact until I stack the bills to rack the skills To get a track to kill then rap at will The I is capital, double-L, lower case t-o-w-n No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruins Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some You lost the race by a dick, slut's cum 'cause nuts won What fun freakin' it frequently, freak wit' me, slick to freak quick Your girl's punani's packed like the Freaknik We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me, bitch Now your fuckin' soul ain't so mischievous Diss who?! We're the hip-hop rap pounder founders Ricochetin' PM to AM, fryin' freestyle flounders Big as bouncers, ounce to ounces Don't make us check you; yes, you! Just know respect due! [Hook x4: Rap samples] "Whatcha gonna do when we come correct?" "Here I come up! Tick-tick, and I don't stop!" [Verse 2: Vinnie] Check it out I'm hearin' niggas in the game yappin' this, yappin' that Talkin' Vinnie don't write, and Vinnie can't rap But I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand I could write it in your face, my friend, put it on tape and then Give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me Pump it through the Flavor Unit, spread it through the industry The next three weeks, my single done peaked on the rap sheets Sounds knockin' from malls to swapmeets And then there's oh, mad tours and oh, mad whores We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores And then there's oh, mad sex and ASCAP checks So when I, um, plex it, it's me, I'm in the Bimmer or Lexus Guess which nigga is next to flex this Style that I be ripping's authentic, so don't test this! [Hook x2: Rap samples] "Whatcha gonna do when we come correct?" "Here I come up! Tick-tick, and I don't stop!" [Verse 3: Treach] You can fool some of the people some of the time But not all of my people all of the time Some of 'em rhyme some of the time 'Cause some of 'em 9, some of 'em mine And 'bout as Brown as Bobby, wit' a trolley to bury Halle It's chocolate, so pardon Dolly as a hobby When it comes to harm me, ya don't alarm me 'Cause I roll wit' Double I and Ron G's army So that's 235 on a slang bang And see Ron wit' a nigga for fuckin' A-Train And that's deep like the Minds of Minolta Deep just like the Swedishness of John Travolta If you don't look good, we don't look good Deez nuts that soon clear the room So BOOM-to-the-break and break-ah-to-the-snap And snap-ah-to-the-beat, I freak to bring it back Plus, I had no choice but to roll wit' the flow Plus, I came over the bridge and I ain't wastin' my toll