Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It

Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It Lyrics

[Memphis Bleek]
Ayo Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets
wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it
The hood's still in back
of me, guns still beside of me
Still for the street, hoes they wanna ride wit
me
Big print like I just hit lottery
Like y'all can't see a nigga straight
from poverty
We ghetto, we're gutter, where you don't come around
Some
dudes make records and say they underground, BUT
I choose not to go that far
cuz I was born there pa
I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my
scars
And you know my story
I'm more for the war I'm bout guts &
glory
Them other dudes front for y'all I can't do it
I don't gotta sell my
soul to sell music
I put the beat on, Murder'll roll the weed up
Put it on
the street one week, watch it heat up
Heavy rotation rockin on Hot 9
You
niggaz get your money right cuz I got mine
And it's Roc-A-Fella Records
runnin the streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it
I
been in it since 9-6 before I could drive whips
To focus on gettin' paid
before "Coming Of Age"
Niggaz they understand the boy done became a
man
Loyal to all my peeps that's why I did for the fam
Who the f**k, WANT,
WHAT
None of you niggaz I'm right back cuz I aint done wit the
bidniss
Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect
I give you that
good game I told you I been M.A.D.E.
And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the
streets wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it
And I'm from the
M to the A to the R-C-Y/why
So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to
ride
But, you see Bleek just livin' his life
Instead you wanna see a nigga
throwin' that iron
Well, so be it
It's many dudes in the team that ain't
family now
And y'all see it
Dynasty though, it remain the same
So every
time you throw it up you know who changed the game homie
The ROC army; Get
Low and State Property
Caked up in real estate and never played
Monopoly
But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy
Cuz of the bigger plate
and I got more baggies?
But sh*t where's the love
I could tell you it
ain't nuttin over here but new guns & slugs
And it's all about the
butter, you ain't listen baby boy?
That the ROC'll never lose we just kill
& destroy
And it's Roc-A-Fella Records runnin the streets
wreckless
Get Low the future you gotta respect it