respect my mind
Singer:hot boys
niggas be terrified from us 'cause they know how we play
them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a k
i can't scuff; i'm too light to fight
i'm lil' too thin to win so i ride at night
you're playin' with the wrong one
you're playin' with the wrong gun
i'm sprayin' the whole room
march nigga step up when i. i bust a cap
and i'm gon' show you what i'm 'bout
respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
respect my mind or have them boys in your house
respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on
respect my mind 'cause we that hot boy clique
we 'bout that gangsta shit
when i was small he had plan
and he was the right-hand man
my poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure
livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods
i understood at a young age my poppa would spray
seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face
he'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable
but he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable
who undercover slow he made deals under the table
workin' for the feds 'round my people wearin' a cable
so he got left with the dope
all our shit got repossessed
and our family was flat broke
moved back inside the projects in summer of '84
developed my hustlin' skills from yomey and black zo
when i got to the point that i wasn't small no more
hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough
i know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know
swear to god i ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know
i got a few under my belt and i'ma make it one more
cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor
and juvenile gettin' blunted
in fresh pearl-white suburb 1500
he should have knew hot boys wasn't bringin' back shit
and that's how the game get played
all year round i make you niggas respect my mind
every single day it's a must i tote that fuckin' iron
leave you funky or paralyzed
i blues blocks to bust heads
i use glocks and play hotels to the feds
niggas know i ain't the one to be repped on
move when i'm comin' through
i don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on
i'm shootin' through that
that's how b.geezy do that
all the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind
i soak your spot when you're repping on me
get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me
do you think you ready for us
fuckin' over you is a must
'cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good
nigga. fuck all that; i ain't gon' talk
my whole team playin' with figures
and gettin' richer and richer
respect my mind or i'll knock off your nose