Shhh, I hear my people me, "where is he? is he where is he? the pmd? " I'm low, strapped with ammo Set for funk mode, ask your man Who raps hold it steady - like a pilot in the cockpit Parrish smith go out - nah that's On another for tryin to take mines, catch the flatline Comin time to breathe on the mainline Airtight, no to stall, you tell me..
"yo nigga respect mine, or the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move the gate now" -> raekwon
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"yo respect mine, or anger the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the gate now" ->
Some say the wu fly, a rap star? A who get props and he's clocked like radar fake moves - people lookin at cha Twenty-four oh seven - and they gat cha Snatch that behind up - clip that ass with Jail for the niggaz who like to get rough And most niggaz get rough, in beef we trust Another man kid you smokin angel dust I'm props, blastin niggaz like robocop the speed-knot, tryin to mic block mic doc Chill hobbes - I you I roll with the hit squad Stomp the gobots But some niggaz ain't hearin me so I it clearer see You can't fade the nigga who words - like swayze And 5000, still housin, I'm out an'..
"yo nigga mine, or anger the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, from the gate now" -> raekwon
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"yo nigga respect mine, or the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the now" -> raekwon
So this mic off so I can kick the wicked shit Type of shit, that make niggaz grab clips But it chill - cause a jail cell's bullshit grab the head - no time to be slippin jack The world done - niggaz can't see that But some do - and make power moves Playin for life - lose, too many dues paid Mayday, in the everyday tryin to find a better way Yet the keeps slippin So I keep movin not tryin to an' Big up to all posse crips and crews in Every ghetto - keep shit thorough And if they ask you seen ? "hell no" ..
"yo nigga respect mine, or the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the now" -> raekwon
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"yo nigga respect mine, or the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the now" -> raekwon