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Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
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Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
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Danja for Danjahandz Productions
Danja for Danjahandz Productions
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Huh, yeah (ay! You already know what this is, homie!) Ay, yo, what you yellin' for, man,? (man, shut the - up talkin' to me, man) Man, calm down, shorty (Nah, you calm down, I ain't got - to say to you, man) Man, see, that's why I don't even - wit'chu dawg (Hollywood ass -, I don't - with you) You be on that bull-, man (Yeah, man, well you better respect my muh- hustle) Man, you ain't the only one gotta hustle - (I told you once, man) You can't tell me -! (You heard me) a'ight now R-E-S-P-E-C-T, M-Y, H-U-S-T-L-E Should respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won't accept nuttin' else so respect this hustle I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory I'm down to die for it, absolutely, mandatory Respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won't accept nuttin' else so respect this hustle (ay!) These - -made, I'm gettin' paid six ways Six laid, -'s sprayed with lemonade with blades Keep your mouth closed, you don't wanna get - - you up your -, let it sunbathe, six days Kamikaze renegade, nah, he never been afraid Kept the trap hot enough to fry an egg in the shade I ball 'til the day I'm lyin' dead in the grave I leave the Feds behind the wall 'cause I ain't get away Chopper 'round the corner and a bushel with a - - - The bust can happen any day, we out here trappin' anyway Gettin' money's an addiction, damn, what a - say? I got a real bad condition if I ain't gettin' paid Hand over fist, well I miss it, gotta get busy I know you see this car I drive and see the house that I live in And figure this is enough (what, -?) I want way mo' - this is Play-Doe, you set your sights way low Had enough of the game, I don't know whether to stay or go And different group of lames and suckas e'rywhere, which way I go? (But -, know you King, why you always gotta say it fo'?) 'Cause they said I couldn't say it befo' And I remember all it did was - my temper up mo', Doug and J know I said I wear a crown, not a halo, - sorry - think they seein' me but they so sorry They fast but they ain't no Ferrari R-E-S-P-E-C-T, M-Y, H-U-S-T-L-E Should respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won't accept nuttin' else so respect this hustle I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory I'm down to die for it, absolutely, mandatory Respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won't accept nuttin' else so respect this hustle Ay, don't you think you been pullin' - fussing, cussing enough? 'Round here braggin' 'bout these -, you be - - Man, look around, ain't nobody sufferin' but her You could beat a hundred cases, catch one and you - (man, I get probation) is you crazy? Pull a gun in the club See how many folks and polices put you down in the club If we gotta come with a -, why we come to the club? How much more of this - you think we can sweep under the rug? (Look, we already told them, "I Told You So") But all these - speakin' out who wouldn't spoke befo' Don't take it personal, people wanna be close to folk What you think the televisions and the posters fo'? (Yeah, man, I'm claustrophobic though) well you need to see a doctor for it And I ain't jokin', you close Tip and you 'bout to blow it Did you forgot about them nights in the cells, was you honest (I dunno) When we was havin' talks with God and you promised If he made a way for you to be large, and you done it Out the gate, "Urban Legend" went on to do numbers Sold a mil', made "ATL", "King" first week five hundred Won the Grammy's (but not the one that I wanted) What about them eight figure deals and that other new money? But ask yourself somethin', where the gun you got from me? Keep it real Talk about somethin' other than yourself sometime (man) Did you keep your promise partner? (Ay, just keep it real) R-E-S-P-E-C-T, M-Y, H-U-S-T-L-E Should respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won't accept nuttin' else so respect this hustle I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory I'm down to die for it, absolutely, mandatory Respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won't accept nuttin' else so respect this hustle (ay!) Ay, respect ain't given and earned (I wanna earn mine, partner) Bruh, if you 'on respect your own hustle, man Ain't nobody else gonna respect it (oh, oh, they're gon' respect, man, I'ma see to it) Whatever, man, I already said all I got to say, man Man, all you do is talk, partner, bless me with the b- See, tha', see that's your muh'- problem, man, you think ain't nobody can tell you a little more Man, - you - (I got money, bro, you know what I'm sayin'?) I'm livin' life well, dog, I got chillin' and e'rythin' I got to see after, man (Yo, yo, me too, homie) I'm tryna hit a - (man, run out with your punk- money, man) (What you doin', man?) But what the - are you workin' so hard to get out this - For then if you want to live like that? (You know, man, you know I'm still down) (To do whatever) uh-huh (stupid man, but I can't) man, call me what you want to You're real told, man. I don't give a f- I tell you what, stay out of my mo- isle, man
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Nate Hills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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