Respect Us
Lil' Wayne f/ Juvenile

Verse 1:
Listen, listen
When I come through bustin'
Everybody on the block be runnin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thuggin'
Got them things, ten up, keep hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will be there
An' my prices stay low, I keep it there
An' if you want it raw, I got it right here
An' if you want war, I am your nightmare
This is all I know, it's bang-bang
I hustle and slang, slang
My block, I hang, hang
Who am I?
Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head busters quick
I rock half of a brick
I chop that, I'ma nix
My shop, hair 'bout to fix
I always thug in black
An' always bustin' gats
Your girly's fuckin' back
Now how you lovin' that

Chorus:
(Juvenile)
Hot Boys, whoadie, respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you betta vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your set up
(twice)

Verse 2:
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
The AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on the corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma to order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half a brick, I'll blast the fifth
An' I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam the clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's 'bout to get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm 'bout to start shovin' my sawed-off 'tween your guts
Wayne 'bout to ball people up
Ya'll betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But all them bustas 'bout to get killed
I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til the day I, I die, cousin
Weezy Wee
Let 'em burn
Bring the fire truck in
Whoo

Chorus (twice)

Verse 3:
Let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to the dome
An' show up alone
Just me and my flame torch
Wayne start danger
Walk with my head down like a stranger and bang ya
Burnin' off that Hennessy
Some of ya'll be feminine
Bouncin' wit a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn, son of a
Shh, don't speak
I cocked that
Let it go
Tss, give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got to get paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what it takes
I was raised up on that paper
Kill for the scrill was in my nature
Tote M1's and keep the block hot
Sell wrong colts to keep my glock hot
Never add taxes to my price, man
And if a boy play, I ride at night, man
What

Chorus (3 times)