Respect Mine lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
f*ck ya'll n*ggas is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherf*ckas, ya'll n*ggas is all pus*y
That's my word, ya'll know how the realest n*ggas is
Don't let me tell ya'll again, b*tch, straight up
I put all this right there, on n*ggas in H.T.M.'s son
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Hook: Raekwon]
All magazines lit, fly life we live
The lingo is to let, ya'll n*ggas know, how n*ggas rep
I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set

[Method Man]
Goin' back to basics, sh*t you catch case with
Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
"Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did
Dish it out and take it
To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it

[Raekwon]
Blow shipments out the rap sh*t, clap sh*t
Most of us attack sh*t, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh*t
And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh*t
Makeover hoes that blow, they attract di*k
Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap di*k
To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat sh*t
[Hook 2X]

[Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)]
"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
(Uh, uh, what, for real n*gga, step the f*ck off?)

[Cappadonna]
Aiyo, Ice Cream, real n*ggas in whips
Fur coats, Gucci boots and sh*t, fly honey dip
Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
Love vets, love weed and love wrecks

[Method Man]
All in together now, follow me the Method
Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
No love here, no tender, love and care
But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', n*ggas best prepare
For consumption, for wack assumption
You can catch a bad one or somethin'
From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
Drunk inside the function
+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +n*gga Please+
+Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse
Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
Check your ego at the door
Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz!
[Hook 2X]