All Due Respect

This year we iller than a nun in a Cum shot Getting double penetrated in a dope spot By two hard-piping niggas on the orders Of Marcellus To the soundtrack of Tupac I'll beat you to A pulp, no fiction Tarantino flow, new jewels and Vincent Blow marijuana smoke, no instant Exhale in The face of innocent infants Awesome, ah-ha, look What I did Shit, and if I get stopped By a crooked-ass cop I'ma put a bullet in The pig and ricochet it Ah-ha-ha, look what I Did again We the hooligans outside of school again Saying, "Don't be a fool, never follow rules again" We the bad boys pulling with the fully loaded Piece Saying, shit in any piece of pen" We The goddamn reason for Ritalin In the back of The class, itching to pitch it in Dead wrong, We never got along We laughed at the kids That was acting for discipline Bad boy walked right Past church with the work In a bag and The Bible of Gideon Got sinned for bullying a Bully But I go back to class, I'll punch Him in the shit again Punch him in the Shit again Punch him in the shit again Punch Him in the shit again Punch him in the Shit again I Don't Flirt with greatness, I write to the Vegas Shit's All paid for, I signed the papers Used to Date, but then I made her my main bitch Bought us a place on the lake with some Acreage Mike's my neighbor, straight from Greyfield Any invader gets slayed and stay killed I'll starve My land, might fill the safe up Call when The fam gets paid a great grill Bad News Bear hug beats and creep off Drive rape van, Mullet, Ray-Bans We do vicious, you do witness You Don't clap shit, you's a cricket Run the J's, We don't run so much It's all fun and Games 'til my J's get scuffed I'm living, human, Out of touch With left is the funeral, punch The munch Close the blinds, I got zones in Mind I'm so close to the lie, I almost Die Got no goals left but to save my Mind I got more hoes, dog, and the Earth All mine The beat get abused like a rocker Wife beater Drinker, five on the company, Friday Laid on the carnival, trying to do taxes This Is my house and it's high on the highway High on the highway High on the highway High on the highway High on the Highway I'm a throat killer, I will test you Just Like daddy fucking left you It's all your fault Mommy's lonely You're a burden, she needs rescue Hey, little buddy, where's your mommy? Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny Here's a dollar, Don't follow behind me I gotta go bang out Mom and Ivy Hard lions, tigers, rare vaginas Hang Where the cops seem scared to find us Pop Stars beat the bars and rewind us Fuck your Life, a first born to diners From the jungle, The jungle, the brothers, the brothers Can't relate To your first world struggles You want safety, hugs And cuddles IEDs in these bloody puddles Woke up In Nigeria, kicked out America Case of malaria, Shit got scarier Got left with a gun and A pit bull terrier Had a note from my Daddy said, "Hope God carry Fought one or two Wars 'fore I made it to the shores No Back to the home of Iraq and George I Return as a king like Golda Meir Benevolent gold Brick riding on the neck of an Elephant