Respect

<br>Verse 1<br><br>Nineteen-seventy somethin`, nigga I don`t sweat the date<br>My moms is late so I had to plan my escape<br>out the skins, in this world of fly girls<br>Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl<br>Ten months in this gut, what the fuck<br>I wish moms`d hurry up so I could get buck<br>wild, juvenile rippin` mics and shit<br>New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh<br>Then came the worst date, May 21st<br>2:19, that`s when my momma water burst<br>No spouse in the house so she rode for self<br>to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help<br>Umbilical cord`s wrapped around my neck<br>I`m seein` my death and I ain`t even took my first step<br>I made it out, I`m bringin` mad joy<br>The doctor looked and said, "He`s gonna be a Bad Boy"<br><br>Verse 2<br><br>Now I`m thirteen, smokin` blunts, makin` cream<br>On the drug scene, fuck a football team<br>Riskin` ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen<br>Hearin` the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean<br>I wanna blow up, stack my dough up<br>So school I didn`t show up, it fucked my flow up<br>Mom said that I should grow up and check myself<br>before I wreck myself, disrespect myself<br>Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn`t see it<br>Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it<br>Rap was secondary, money was necessary<br>Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary<br>C74-Mark 8 set me straight<br>Not able to move behind the great steel gate<br>Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?<br>All the money I stacked was all the money for bail<br><br>Verse 3<br><br>Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons<br>Mama smile when she see me, that`s surprisin`<br>Honeys is tantalizin`, they freak all night<br>Peep duckin` cops on the creep all night<br>As I open my eyes and realizin` I changed<br>Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game<br>And to my niggas livin` street life<br>Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest<br>Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin`<br>In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you`re slippin`<br>If I`m pimpin on The F with weed on my breath<br>Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec<br>Respect to the Mac`s and the Ac`s<br>To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps