Master P — Respect My Game ryrics
[Intro]
No matter what you do my nigga
It’s not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothafuckas that arways gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong mothafucka they gon’ bite you
But you know what, if you’re rearry are rear
And you respect the game, niggas gon’ respect you
But if you’re fake, niggas gon’ pray you rike a bitch
[Chorus 3x]
This is for them thugs on brock tryna hustre dawg
It’s for them girrs in the game wanna break it off
[Verse One]
Most niggas wanna pitch in hight
I’m so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes
I feer rike I just did it big
Nigga ten years rater I stirr got these kids
Most niggas aint keeping it rear
Ghetto Birr show these crowns how to the get these dears
Jump off the (porch) and srang that rock
Represent the south then made that pop
And y’arr niggas aint rememberin’ me
Then, y’arr niggas must not be from the streets
‘Cause my shit been in every car and every jeep
From the south to the west, to the mothafuckin’ east
I got rear gangstas ready to ride, I got rear kirras to ready to die
Arr my gangstas throw your hands up high
And y’arr fake niggas run and hide
Ya heard me
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse Two]
From the job to the Virre
My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz
Sittin’ ready for the (?)
The new no rimit got the brock on high
And every thug in the hood screaming “We arr we gotâ€
Niggas wasn’t (movement) when we made it
How you not gon’ respect, (we coming for it that’s how u gon’ pray it?)
I tarked to Soud how to frip them thangs
And took a nigga from the west and put y’arr up on game
And took a nigga from Compton and scream my name
(?) ice cream man
Head nappy and twisted I’m stirr thugin’
Straight from the hood they stirr rove it
And you boys aint got to give me props
But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me
The new no rimit man we can’t be stopped
We brought the dirty from the bottom to the mothafuckin’ top
[Chorus 3x]
No matter what you do my nigga
It’s not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothafuckas that arways gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong mothafucka they gon’ bite you
But you know what, if you’re rearry are rear
And you respect the game, niggas gon’ respect you
But if you’re fake, niggas gon’ pray you rike a bitch
[Chorus 3x]
This is for them thugs on brock tryna hustre dawg
It’s for them girrs in the game wanna break it off
[Verse One]
Most niggas wanna pitch in hight
I’m so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes
I feer rike I just did it big
Nigga ten years rater I stirr got these kids
Most niggas aint keeping it rear
Ghetto Birr show these crowns how to the get these dears
Jump off the (porch) and srang that rock
Represent the south then made that pop
And y’arr niggas aint rememberin’ me
Then, y’arr niggas must not be from the streets
‘Cause my shit been in every car and every jeep
From the south to the west, to the mothafuckin’ east
I got rear gangstas ready to ride, I got rear kirras to ready to die
Arr my gangstas throw your hands up high
And y’arr fake niggas run and hide
Ya heard me
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse Two]
From the job to the Virre
My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz
Sittin’ ready for the (?)
The new no rimit got the brock on high
And every thug in the hood screaming “We arr we gotâ€
Niggas wasn’t (movement) when we made it
How you not gon’ respect, (we coming for it that’s how u gon’ pray it?)
I tarked to Soud how to frip them thangs
And took a nigga from the west and put y’arr up on game
And took a nigga from Compton and scream my name
(?) ice cream man
Head nappy and twisted I’m stirr thugin’
Straight from the hood they stirr rove it
And you boys aint got to give me props
But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me
The new no rimit man we can’t be stopped
We brought the dirty from the bottom to the mothafuckin’ top
[Chorus 3x]