Respect Tha Drop

[O.C.] Blood pulsatin, adrenaline flowin Full moon at night, on the stoop gettin right I'll never forget the day before Son told me to tuck my ice in cause niggas was triflin We did what he said but the habit in me Was to show it off, I still let my chain swang free Not really thinkin 'bout a set up, or even gettin wet up That summer night from such advice So I proceed to parlay, like I do in BK But this wasn't home, and niggas shoulda known To stay on point, niggas shoulda been on point And the price paid was lookin down the barrel of a joint We was dead meat, and them niggas was wolves But they didn't want our flesh, dem niggas wanted the jewels It happened so quick, no time to get afraid First instinct was to run like a slave Me and Schoolly Boy was boxed in My man Hugh's a few feet away, with a pound at his face I looked, son in his eyes cause I know how he is While the other faggot nigga had the gun in my ribs I thought - fuck, shit 'bout to get buckwild Popped off my chain, threw it with a Coke and a smile Thinkin leave already, but them niggas wasn't done They went in our pockets for change, numbers and bubblegum Now - how low can a lowlife get, askin what size are my kicks? Like I'mma say 8 and shit To myself I was sayin I'mma MURDER this kid But thank the Lord they didn't peel back my wig The jux wasn't longer than a minute to Mush Then them niggas tried to tell us, do the Carl Lewis No backshots buddy, I began to walk backwards And bust my ass, it all happened so fast He thought I was shot, starin at me in shock Turned around, them niggas was gone, vanished up the block There was no escapin what not With toasters in your face, maintain and respect the drop Word up You hear that?