Letra de 'Respect' de Poetic Hustlaz

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(Respect... Blast 'em) I'm a die hard, I'm a outlaw, with my pump I'll leave you wet/ I'm a die hard, I'm a outlaw, with my pump I'll leave you wet

Mr. 2 Silent
Nothin' but this Tech for respect, it's your usual suspect/ Nigga, you step, you left wet/ Six motherfuckin' slugs in your chest/ 2 Silent on the left, quick to blast cause I'm a trigger happy nigga/ 'sept for ride till I die, dumpin' niggas off into rivers/ Your liver explodes from the motherfuckin' 12 guage eruption, you know how the motherfuckin' story goes, if you move my soldiers gon' pump you/ From The Land, infa red on your head, no escape, bitch niggas rest in peices/ Come and test your motherfuckin' fate, I'm a blow you away while I'm chiefin'

Haki
I got a liscence to kill, you got a liscence to die/ Come get a piece of this action, come take a piece of the pie/ I pull your ho' card you die hard/ With the pump I'll leave you wet/ With a .44 glock, got 'em in your spot with a Tech and a bulletproof vest/ Ain't takin' no prisoners in my camp, they all got to go/ Pullin' out my weapon, keep on steppin' cause I'm blastin' fo' sho'/ And it ain't no love for no half ass thug, I show no mercy/ Fuck it, they all got to die bitch, I'm thirsty/ Ain't takin' no shit from none of you ho's I'm a die hard hustla bankin'/ I'm a throw that, I make money/ All money I'm bankin'

Tony Tone
I'm always runnin' out of time/ I roll with my nine, got to watch my back and I'm quick to react on any nigga fo' mine everytime a nigga have a little bit mo' you kick in his door/ But I bet you motherfuckers I got what you lookin' for/ That's that AK and we spray, don't fuck with Mr. Tony Tizone, so the was is really on/ Is it really on? Feel me now, you must want to see me now/ Watch my pistol be the first to pow, smoke that bitch just like a mild/ Hatin' me? Hell yeah nigga, I'm about my cheese, makin' hits and moves and bailin' all in this industry/ Everybody knows' went from rags to pros, and it's that hustla, a nigga makin' all the dough fo' sho'

Lady Warter
So bring it on motherfuckers, bring it on/ You try to play me close, I have to send your ass home/ You want a gangsta bitch? Well, I don't think that you can handle it cause while I'm packin' my clip I just might blast through your Momma's shit/ And yo' it's gettin' deeper and deeper/ You got that, now we'll want to put in action for my beeper/ So back the fuck up, back the fuck up, back the fuck up cause it's on/ We blastin' Tech's fo' respect so if you want baby, we can bring it on

Tony Tone
All we want is some respect, we won't be denied/ If you don't give us our respect, then you gon' have to die

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Haki
Hold up, nigga don't get me violent/ You been askin' for this shit right here so I'm a oblidge you/ Makin' sure we stompin' it's wild cause I'm out for my respect/ Blastin' harrassin' you sorry ass ho's with my Tech

Lady Warter
So you ho's want to feel my name, what's my game (Motherfuckin' fetti man) Don't worry about the Warter, nigga you slaughtered, motherfuckin' got you there/ Got no chips, nigga you slip/ I don't mean to be you, want to trip/ Blastin' with my shit, don't want to get hit nigga, you better dip

Mr. 2 Silent
Everybody wants to be the motherfuckin' man/ Nigga, fuck you status, I'm tryin' to make scrill/ Kill or be killed/ Who's dies or who lives/ C-L-E, come ride with me V-E-L-A-N to the D/ 216's my battle cry, ride the roof, let's get ready to die

Tony Tone
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, now find out what the fuck it means to me/ Ya'll blastin' on my enemies, demons surroundin' me/ So I'm a set a few with this Tech, goin' all out/ Niggas talkin' trash and I turn and around and smoke a blunt/Now who the fuck is laughin' (Ha ha) Bottom Line (Yeah)

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