[Intro]
You people are gonna respect me
If it kills you (It's loud, it's loud)
You people are gonna respect me
If it kills you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you people are gonna respect me
If it kills you
(People are gonna respect me
People are gonna respect me
Bet I make you respect me)
You people are gonna respect me
If it kills you (Bet I make you respect me)
Yo, look
[Verse 1]
Do it how they didn't wanna do it, now they really wanna try to do that, but I'm telling them no
I'm in a predicament where imitators wanna take my style and have bit of my flow
This copy-catting of my lyrics and my chatting better stop before the gunshots blow
Do you really want it? 'Cos I really wanna give it, if you do just let me know
And I show, arrogance and elegance
But no, tolerance for nonsense
I bring, violence, I'm a nuisance
Kill a MC, leave no evidence -I've got brains and intelligence
But no conscience, no innocence
We roll in the darkened silence
We're presidents in any residence, and I swing for your chin with no hesitance
I'm a captain, you'd better bring your regiments
And you're a failure, don't have no relevance
I'm a champion, winner and victor
Prick you're so not ready, so silly, so heading for the golden gates
No, really you monkeys are playin' with apes
Now guerilla warfare is the purpose I carry this stick for
Plus I've had enough of these little cheap comments from fake MC's, bad minders, and sket ladies
Talking about how it used to be? Well it's a brand new day so leave me be
I don't need you, so you don't need me, your opinion don't interest me
Don't like me? That's fine by me
'Cause from Holly Street to Hollywood, it's all good
From New York to York Hall, it's all cool
You're a fool if you think I'm gonna cease
Now honestly could there really be peace?
It don't seem that way, too tough
Stop with the games, I play too rough
You must be smoking too much puff, divert or be deceased
UK rapper stabbed in Napa, cause of gossip, cause of chatter
"He's still breathing, he's still a dapper"
Retaliate with gun clapper
Truthfully, I can't see very well
Don't flatter yourself, you're any girl
Them boys should've sent me to hell, now prepare for the beast
You people are gonna respect me
If it kills you (It's loud, it's loud)
You people are gonna respect me
If it kills you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you people are gonna respect me
If it kills you
(People are gonna respect me
People are gonna respect me
Bet I make you respect me)
You people are gonna respect me
If it kills you (Bet I make you respect me)
Yo, look
[Verse 1]
Do it how they didn't wanna do it, now they really wanna try to do that, but I'm telling them no
I'm in a predicament where imitators wanna take my style and have bit of my flow
This copy-catting of my lyrics and my chatting better stop before the gunshots blow
Do you really want it? 'Cos I really wanna give it, if you do just let me know
And I show, arrogance and elegance
But no, tolerance for nonsense
I bring, violence, I'm a nuisance
Kill a MC, leave no evidence -I've got brains and intelligence
But no conscience, no innocence
We roll in the darkened silence
We're presidents in any residence, and I swing for your chin with no hesitance
I'm a captain, you'd better bring your regiments
And you're a failure, don't have no relevance
I'm a champion, winner and victor
Prick you're so not ready, so silly, so heading for the golden gates
No, really you monkeys are playin' with apes
Now guerilla warfare is the purpose I carry this stick for
Plus I've had enough of these little cheap comments from fake MC's, bad minders, and sket ladies
Talking about how it used to be? Well it's a brand new day so leave me be
I don't need you, so you don't need me, your opinion don't interest me
Don't like me? That's fine by me
'Cause from Holly Street to Hollywood, it's all good
From New York to York Hall, it's all cool
You're a fool if you think I'm gonna cease
Now honestly could there really be peace?
It don't seem that way, too tough
Stop with the games, I play too rough
You must be smoking too much puff, divert or be deceased
UK rapper stabbed in Napa, cause of gossip, cause of chatter
"He's still breathing, he's still a dapper"
Retaliate with gun clapper
Truthfully, I can't see very well
Don't flatter yourself, you're any girl
Them boys should've sent me to hell, now prepare for the beast
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