Respect My Grind

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire] See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch nine One what dum-dum, the police gotta come down And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some breath in it It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it Ain't no if's and's or but's, somebody is deaf in it The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it nigga move [Chorus] Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming through You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo We ready, we ready for you So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind I can make it to the top, when they was saying I would lose Now I got my middle finger, talking back to you I done paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind If your team ain't my team, get in line and get behind I'm next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even swim But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me your kin, the one major labels love to call Got Chamillionaire on the line did you get him, naw Yep I kept with it, the rap book I slept with it Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa [Chorus] Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming through You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo We ready, we ready for you So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind I can make it to the top, when they was saying I would lose Now I got my middle finger, talking back to you I done paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I'm the people's champ, you the people's chump You talking BFI trash, but you still a punk I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to drive I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a ride I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking down But you be riding my dick, soon as I come around I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the start I always kept it real, you always kept it fake I always showed love, you always showed hate You think the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue If you be good to the game, it'll be good to you You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of glass I can see through your lies, you falling off fast You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place [Chorus] Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming through You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo We ready, we ready for you So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind I can make it to the top, when they was saying I would lose Now I got my middle finger, talking back to you I done paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind