Respect

No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)
 Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]
 [?] on the corner
 Watch this, lawd
 Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
 Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
 Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
 Informer lone keep informer friend
 Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date
 My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
 Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
 Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
 Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
 I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
 Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit
 New York, New York, ready for the likes of this
 Then came the worst date, May 21st
 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst
 No spouse in the house so she rode for self
 To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
 Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
 I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step
 I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy
 The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy"
 Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
 Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
 Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
 Informer lone keep informer friend
 Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
 On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
 Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
 Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!
 I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
 So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
 Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
 Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
 Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
 Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
 Rap was secondary, money was necessary
 Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
 C74-Mark 8 set me straight
 Not able to move behind the great steel gate
 Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
 All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
 Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
 Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
 Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
 Informer lone keep informer friend
 Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
 Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
 Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
 Informer lone keep informer friend
 Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
 Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising
 Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night
 Peep ducking cops on the creep all night
 As I open my eyes and realizing I changed
 Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
 And to my niggas living street life
 Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
 Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping
 In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping
 If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath
 Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
 Respect to the macks in the Ac's
 To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
 Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
 Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
 Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
 Informer lone keep informer friend
 Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
 Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
 Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
 Informer lone keep informer friend
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 Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
 In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!
 Have Mercy!
 The gunman in all de party
 And everybody feel irie
 And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!
 Have Mercy!
 The halloween at de party
 And everybody look irie
 Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy
 Do it!
 No mercy for the people [?]
 [?] seen?
 Hardcore thing we are be with
 Oh yes, we are the best
 Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?
 'Cause I don't be doin' this
 I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'
 It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying
 But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this
 I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy
 Just a little peck
 Like that?
 That's what I'm sayin', yeah
 You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that
 Whatever bitch, damnit