[Intro]
Great John on the beat by the way
[Chorus: Sleepy Hallow]
Put some respect on the gang (the gang)
Put some respect on my name (my name)
I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame)
One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain)
No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane)
I'm a product of power and pain (and pain)
Put some respect on the gang (the gang)
Put some respect on my name (my name)
I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame)
One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain)
No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane)
I'm a product of power and pain (and pain)
[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Look
Don't play with your life lil nigga
You gone make a man, shoot on my command
Strap up we don't fight lil nigga
You get shot tonight, you could die tonight
You, you real sheist' with niggas
Windows tinted, you don't see who's in it
'Til it's spike for niggas
Windows tinted, you don't see who's in it
'Til that spark, till that blast
Don't get caught off for getting your pass
Don't come stroll 'round this block like we won't do it to you
Don't stroll down this block like you pass
Niggas soft, they don't come around nigga
Head down when they come around niggas
Shots off when we come around nigga
What a bunch of clown niggas
[Chorus: Sleepy Hallow]
Put some respect on the gang (the gang)
Put some respect on my name (my name)
I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame)
One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain)
No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane)
I'm a product of power and pain (and pain)
Put some respect on the gang (the gang)
Put some respect on my name (my name)
I wanted money but it came with some fame (some fame)
One of them killers gonna aim for your brain (your brain)
No crossin' over, better stay in your lane (your lane)
I'm a product of power and pain (and pain)
[Verse 2: Sheff G]
Imma need all that power that money
Don't move funny 'cause we get to off his shit
Ching went on the line he caught from grips
One lift from this gon' leave him
That shit will leave a pit
One lift from this new shit will do him bad
No cooler, we hit your watch
We carry TECs like we in a lab
Like we in a lab
Let's talk about money
Look, talk about money, got checks comin' in
Whole lotta bricks when my shot hit the rim
Money all in a duff' like you stepped on my Timbs
Told the lord I repent for my sins
Never talked what I did
Still I will never talk what I saw
Still I will never open the door to the law
