Respect

Lyrics

[Intro] Great John on the beat by the way [Chorus: Sleepy Hallow] Put some respect on the gang (the gang) Put some respect on my name (my name) I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame) One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain) No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane) I'm a product of power and pain (and pain) Put some respect on the gang (the gang) Put some respect on my name (my name) I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame) One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain) No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane) I'm a product of power and pain (and pain) [Verse 1: Sheff G] Look Don't play with your life lil nigga You gone make a man, shoot on my command Strap up we don't fight lil nigga You get shot tonight, you could die tonight You, you real sheist' with niggas Windows tinted, you don't see who's in it 'Til it's spike for niggas Windows tinted, you don't see who's in it 'Til that spark, till that blast Don't get caught off for getting your pass Don't come stroll 'round this block like we won't do it to you Don't stroll down this block like you pass Niggas soft, they don't come around nigga Head down when they come around niggas Shots off when we come around nigga What a bunch of clown niggas [Chorus: Sleepy Hallow] Put some respect on the gang (the gang) Put some respect on my name (my name) I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame) One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain) No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane) I'm a product of power and pain (and pain) Put some respect on the gang (the gang) Put some respect on my name (my name) I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame) One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain) No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane) I'm a product of power and pain (and pain) [Verse 2: Sheff G] Imma need all that power that money Don't move funny 'cause we get to off his shit Ching went on the line he caught from grips One lift from this gon' leave him That shit will leave a pit One lift from this new shit will do him bad No cooler, we hit your watch We carry TECs like we in a lab Like we in a lab Let's talk about money Look, talk about money, got checks comin' in Whole lotta bricks when my shot hit the rim Money all in a duff' like you stepped on my Timbs Told the lord I repent for my sins Never talked what I did Still I will never talk what I saw Still I will never open the door to the law