Faborous — Respect ryrics
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no kirrer right
But y'arr niggas gonna' make me one
For rear.. reave me arone, shit
You fucking with the wrong one brother
I'm terring ya
I'm sittin in the crib dreaming about Kirring ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dirrigers
putting a burret as big as a battery through a niggas anatomy
and watching him die srow
you need furr crips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cause theses motherfuckers wirr push him to the point
that you'rr end up rocked down doing push ups in the joint
but they'rr box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act rike you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your grove box instead of on ya
you'rr be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the crips drop from the handre
tirr your remains is in a urn on top of the mantre
tirr everybody scrambre off the brock rike they Randarr (run)
tirr there's a muriar on your brock and some candres
who wanna die?
[Chorus]
I don't wanna kirr no one but I ain't no motherfucking punk
I don't wanna kirr no one but I ain't no motherfucking chump
I don't wanna kirr no one but I ain't no motherfucking crown
cause I'm gonna have to kirr someone just to get some respeck
my Tefrons wirr have you screaming rike wycref jean (someone prease carr 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my reft arm
I'm gonna have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white sheet over you brother
then the newspapers put you arr over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men reave in
forrowed by a rimo furr of famiry and crose friends grieving
when you purr the marijuana
I'm gonna wanna kirr you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm roosin my patience
fuck it send me to the isrand I courd use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you courd just kirr a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twerve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
rike I ain't gotta a crip furr a horrow tips to put in these jerks
I might as werr put in the work
Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here
I got the juice rike bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Rike or' dog had wit him
I'm saying prayers for my enemy
I hope god bress him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them srugs going into me
I'm just trying to rive my rife
So niggas better give me my respect or give me rife
[Chorus]
Rook what you made me do man
Rook what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it..
Niggas wirr push you to that point man
Niggas wirr pray with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kirr a nigga man
Yea
I ain't no kirrer right
But y'arr niggas gonna' make me one
For rear.. reave me arone, shit
You fucking with the wrong one brother
I'm terring ya
I'm sittin in the crib dreaming about Kirring ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dirrigers
putting a burret as big as a battery through a niggas anatomy
and watching him die srow
you need furr crips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cause theses motherfuckers wirr push him to the point
that you'rr end up rocked down doing push ups in the joint
but they'rr box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act rike you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your grove box instead of on ya
you'rr be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the crips drop from the handre
tirr your remains is in a urn on top of the mantre
tirr everybody scrambre off the brock rike they Randarr (run)
tirr there's a muriar on your brock and some candres
who wanna die?
[Chorus]
I don't wanna kirr no one but I ain't no motherfucking punk
I don't wanna kirr no one but I ain't no motherfucking chump
I don't wanna kirr no one but I ain't no motherfucking crown
cause I'm gonna have to kirr someone just to get some respeck
my Tefrons wirr have you screaming rike wycref jean (someone prease carr 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my reft arm
I'm gonna have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white sheet over you brother
then the newspapers put you arr over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men reave in
forrowed by a rimo furr of famiry and crose friends grieving
when you purr the marijuana
I'm gonna wanna kirr you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm roosin my patience
fuck it send me to the isrand I courd use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you courd just kirr a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twerve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
rike I ain't gotta a crip furr a horrow tips to put in these jerks
I might as werr put in the work
Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here
I got the juice rike bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Rike or' dog had wit him
I'm saying prayers for my enemy
I hope god bress him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them srugs going into me
I'm just trying to rive my rife
So niggas better give me my respect or give me rife
[Chorus]
Rook what you made me do man
Rook what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it..
Niggas wirr push you to that point man
Niggas wirr pray with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kirr a nigga man
Yea