Men Of Respect

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Back with another one, this hip hop shit ain't over The Wu brought it back I told you Chef shit is hard The hip hop critics is dick heads, they'd rather see Shallah in the yard Writing rhymes that's soft as cotton We can never ever see that, the nigga flow grows is poppin' First verse I'll be ready to get clowns Catch 'em in hallways, the worst look get laid down And yo, I rhyme for shooters and boosters Get money churchmen, all those respect my Wu shit Regardless if you see me on TV In 3D and HD, I'm a stay safe in Rae beats This time I'm a bastard swordsman Who put in that work, real quick then I'm repping to Boston Don't try to get in my way Any rapper any herb I'm a blow you like herbs and lick [Verse 2: Eyes-Low] Fuck a cell phone plan, with a ring I get a hundred dollars Five dubs in a whip on my way to holler Yeah I do credits, but not the ones you get in college My niggas can't afford Benzes, so we rip impalas Tints on the windows, lookin' like the Ds Got the dope boys nervous when they see me in the street Fuck the hollering on wax, you can see me if it's beef Hollywood will load the gat and put the BBs in his fleece I'm a preacher with the piece I used to sell X on the west coast, now I get it cheaper on the east I've been around the world like Lisa Stansbury TV with the goosenecks, goosenecks to the cranberry Got the Clan ready with the 10 Chevy, keep my grams heavy Slap a bitch ass, doggy style, like my hand's heavy G up in my swag, tough talk'll get your man buried Blow the last dragon, part two, nigga, fists of fury [Verse 3: Bad Luck] I could care less if you're well know shooters 100 guns, 100 clips, but you still can't move It's been a while since you heard a nice nigga from BK Representin' the village, known for lettin' this heat spray First grip we flipped took like a weekend, 3 days Whole team runnin' 'round the Ps with AKs 9 different types of drugs, slipping 'em 5 ways Gettin' rid of a brick in less than five days I pop your head off, leave your brains on the sidewalk My 40 cal, a rearrange to your sidetalk? Where I go, my team, they gonna follow Top Model hoes, with no game, they gonna swallow Got a lotta foes, that's why my aim be on hollow Die before I let you violate, nigga, live by the motto Pimpin' through lanes, poppin' the clutch, getting the datto At this rate, I'm gonna miss it, I might not witness tomorrow [Hook:] You say you gangsta? Yeah I'm a gangsta You pop that thang? yeah I pop that thang Your clip on empty? My clip on empty Your clique gon bang? Yeah my clique gon bang [Verse 4: Method Man] Look, I hit a weed spot Bypass niggas with broke guns and cheap shots Outlastin' niggas with no punch, y'all eat cock Get too cocky, the heat cock You wanna walk a mile in my shoes, you need socks You need not call out a G, cause he's not They playin' with a pussy, I'm a show 'em the G spot This dude's a meth head, I'll show him the detox Lookin' Johnny with his old ass I'm still schoolin' the whole class The kids in the hall, you get no pass Ice hit the eye like a cold flash Niggas hopin' I don't spaz Speak for the have-nots and don't-haves Fuck it, I'm thorough nigga, fuck their worlds Meth clutch the mic, bitch niggas clutch their pearls Tonight, I ain't feelin' no ice stares If you want it, I'm right here, Staten Island and we don't fight fair [Verse 5: Cappadonna] As a young lil' homie, I used to sell crack I used to run in the front of the building and come out the back Lil homie on the block with the fly ass gear Me and my crew used to shop around Union Square Ay yo, I never knew I would become an MC Now everybody on the block be amazed at me Because I rock the mic most definitely Throw darts and I get fly on you, you know my steez Buy 25 high?, yo, I stay low key And if I have to pop something, yo, it's not my fault I ain't tell y'all niggas try to crack my vault I'm the new terrorist rapper, the main assault You thinkin I'm on your back, elbow a nigga thought Push through Wu-Tang lyrical kung-fu Death when you enter, all my nigga will hunt you Peace to the gods One, two And you don't stop the body rock, pop yo Glock [Verse 6: Termanology] Million dollar voice box It's your choice, Ox The face Ox cut off Like tank tops My motivation is money and mass murdering While you still provin' you nice in rap tournaments I be all smooth with the ice and mad burners And plottin' on takin' your life Look how I lure them in Get drunk, smoke ashes up out the urn again Axe murderin' journalist for the words they writ Mathematics crafted the beat, called Term to spit Cause I set fire to shit like a furnace lit I pack German clips, stash box in the whip Four door Optimus Prime, Transformer shit Call the coroner, caskets for half price Bodies in the trunk, movin' through the Mass Pike It's all now, cause in Law town We roll with premature babies We carry four pounds