Respect Mine

Lyrics

[Intro] [Unknown] A Little Higher! [Muhammed Ali] And I would like to say to ah those of the press and those of the people who like to think that I lost so much by not taking the step I would like to say that I did not lose a thing Up until this very moment, I haven't lost one thing I have gained a lot. (applause) Number one (cheers) Number one, I have gained a piece of mind (cheers) I have gained a piece of heart [Slick Rick] So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? [PMD] Shhh, I hear my people callin me "Where is he? Where is he where is he? Where's the PMD?" I'm layin low, strapped with ammo Set for funk mode, ask your man though Who raps rhymes hold it steady - like a pilot in the cockpit Parish Smith go out - nah that's bullshit On another nigga for tryin to take mines, catch the flatline Comin through time to breathe on the mainline Airtight, no time to stall, you tell me.. [Chorus x2] So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls? [scratching] Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now [PMD] So save the Woop flop, what's a rap star? A nigga who get props, then he's clocked like radar Can't fake moves - people lookin at ya Twenty-four oh seven - slip and they gat ya Snatch that behind up - clip that ass with handcuffs Jail cell for the niggas who like to get rough And most niggas get rough, cause in beef we trust Another man, damn kid, you smokin angel dust I'm snatchin props, blastin niggas like RoboCop Catch the speed-knot, tryin to mic block Mic Doc Chill hops - I told you I roll with the Hit Squad Stomp like the Gobot But some niggas ain't hearin me so I make it clearer see You can't fade the nigga who flips words - like Swayze And Audi 5000, still housin, I'm out an'.. [Chorus] [PMD] So turn this mic off so I can kick the wicked shit Type of wicked shit, that make niggas grab clips But hold it chill - cause a jail cell's bullshit Must grab the head - no time to be slippin jack The world done shifted - niggas can't see that But some do - and they make power moves Playin for life - can't lose, too many dues paid Mayday, in the game everyday tryin to find a better way Yet the world keeps slippin So I keep movin not tryin to lose an' Big up to all posse, Bloods, Crips and crews in Every ghetto - keep your shit thorough And if they ask have you seen P? "Hell no" [Chorus]