Respect lyrics

Artist  : B.i.g. Notorious 
Song : Respect



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														   Verse 1  

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 Nineteen seventy somethin'  nigga I don't sweat
the date  

 My moms is late so I had to plan my escape  

 out the skins  in this world of fly girls  

 Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl  

 Ten months in this gut  what the fuck  

 I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck  

 wild  juvenile rippin' mics and shit  

 New York New York  ready for the likes of this 
uh  

 Then came the worst date  May 21st  

 2:19, that's when my momma water burst  

 No spouse in the house so she rode for self  

 to the hospital, to see if she could get a
little help  

 Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck  

 I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my
first step  

 I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy  

 The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad
Boy"  

  

 Verse 2  

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 Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream 


 On the drug scene, fuck a football team  

 Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen 


 Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I
mean  

 I wanna blow up, stack my dough up  

 So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
 

 Mom said that I should grow up and check myself 


 before I wreck myself, disrespect myself  

 Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
 

 Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it  

 Rap was secondary, money was necessary  

 Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary  

 C74-Mark 8 set me straight  

 Not able to move behind the great steel gate 


 Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? 


 All the money I stacked was all the money for
bail  

  

 Verse 3  

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 Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons  

 Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin' 


 Honeys is tantalizin', they freak all night  

 Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night  

 As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed  

 Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
 

 And to my niggas livin' street life  

 Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to
rest  

 Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin' 


 In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're
slippin'  

 If I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath 


 Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec 


 Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's  

 To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my
peeps