Respect Us - Lil Wayne, Juvenile

What what what

What what what

What what what

Listen, listen

When.

I come through.

bustin'

Everybody on.

tha block be.

run-nin'

Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I. be.

thug-gin'

Got.

them.

things.

ten up, keep.

hustlin'

Catch me at tha shop, I will.

be.

there

And my prices stay low, I keep.

it.

there

And if you want it raw, I got.

it.

right.

here

And if you want war, I am.

your.

nigh-tmare

This is all I know, it’s bang bang

I hustle and slang slang

My block.

I hang hang

Who am I?

Lil’Wayne, man

I represent CMB

My cell is ten in heat

I usually get in beef

Was taught that it’s him or me

I pop head-bustas quick

I rock here for my brick

I chop that, I’ma (?)

My shop here (???)

I always.

thug in black

And always.

bustin’gats

Your girly’s.

fuckin’back

Now how you… lovin’that

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin’Team Cash-Money Re-cords

It’s warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain’t scared, they blow, your sets up Listen, listen

I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty

Tha AK, I pack it Believe I’m 'bout that action

Slash a busta like a fraction

I’m on that yolla

Standin’on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder

Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks

Now it’s time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts

For only half-a brick

I’ll blast tha fifty

And I ain’t gon’stop shootin''til I jam tha clip

Yeah, I’m a small creeper, what

But it’s about ta get ugly

Ya’ll betta call people up

I’m about ta start shovin’my sawed-off between your guts

Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya’ll betta duck

When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I’m tired of it Man, I’m thuggin''til tha day I. I die, cousin

Weezy Wee.

let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in… (whoooo!)

Nigga, let it be known

I’ll come blow up your home

Take a few blunts to tha dome

And.

show up alone

Just me and my.

flame-torch

Wayne start.

danger

Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya Burnin’off that Hennesy

Some-a ya’ll be feminine

Bounce in with a twitch

Leave 'em crawlin’out a ditch

God damn… son of a shhh!.. Don’t speak

I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat

Your cheese, I got.

ta.

get.

paid

I’m goin’all out, no matter what.

it.

takes

I. was.

raised.

up on.

that.

paper

Kill-for-the-scrill was.

in. my.

nature

Tote M1's and keep.

tha.

block.

hot

Sell wrong colts to keep.

my.

glock.

hot

Never add taxes to.

my.

price, man

And if a boy play, I ride.

at.

night, man

What!

[Juvenile}

Uh, uh, uh Say Lil’Weezy

You did this one here, ya heard me They ain’t gon’never get weared out from this one

It’s like they said, boy

In tha year 2000, it’s all about Wayne

It’s your chrome, man, run that thang

17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown

Do that there

Huh, huh, huh, huh