Respect Ringtones

Rastaman them after respect me You got money But you a rat How I'ma respect that So sick of these, fake niggas Shakin they ass Knowin god damn well They don't spray it, then blast They the type to go to jail Be mistaken for fags They the type to point At a nigga face in the glass So look how I felt We could meet up and leave Mother fuck who don't like it Beat up the streets Drought came We kick our feet up and eat Gotta love the way my daddy Put a key up for me Re up Put about three up a week My mother keep tellin me The game ain't nothin Some would never crack a frown or complain when the money come Never backin down I'm insane, I ain't never run Do em like tags on shirts And rip em off I ain't feelin em They keep flenchin Kill em off What the business is You niggas ain't real at all Grab em by the collar A few dollars will get em lost I'm in the roots Where the niggas die Shots fired You know this nigga Kevin Gates, rottweiler Same shit Money doin a bid Reezy doin a bid Mail doin a bid B doin a bid Seven doin a bid Last night Bitch ass niggas, shootin at wig That's the life that we live And it's all there They say the game ain't shit But it's all fair Fuck this fuckin war All this beef over a couple of fuckin corners Don't matter who did what To who at this point The fact is we went to war And now there ain't no goin back I mean shit It's what war is, ya know And once ya in it Ya in it If it's a lie, then we fight on that lie But we got to fight