Respect

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, Solo-murder boy, Huh, General Childs, S. Childs You know me man, C.E.O. boy, Killa Mob Lets go, Haha, Get my weight up now Momma you see me Gettin my weight up, Man I'm clean I swear to my Mother I'm clean, Haha Yeah, Come on, What, That's right, Yeah [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] I got a message and this is to relay Niggas will respect what the fuck I say Why should I go that way Besides I stopped buyin Jordan's and bought a gun Now it's your turn to run [Solomon Childs] Bad intentions, Blood flowin, Bumpin up your skin Your line runnin thin, Your blood runnin thin I shoulda left your brains on your Escalade But check if I throw my only chase this year it's paper Now-a-days, I'm so in tune with the Lord But it's hard to walk away from the extortion When you see it it's clear as day Today they can't handle the gun sway Or even the thought of the shells ricocheting Hittin a stray dog, Or one of them big ol' hens Before I go I vow to not lose limbs Or make things sound like they don't supposed to be things When niggas get to stickin blades, In the back of your friends Tell you it's as real as you can see it, You gotta get your ends That why I give it realer then Bose or Jack-Mack and Attica pens [Chorus]