Respect Due

[Hook x4: Rap samples]

"Whatcha gonna do when we come correct?"

"Here I come up! Tick-tick, and I don't stop!"

[Verse 1: Treach]

We're on wax and it concerns ya that makes us eternal like a picture

Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture, rips ya scripture

I'll mack a meal, in fact until I stack the bills to rack the skills

To get a track to kill then rap at will

The I is capital, double-L, lower case t-o-w-n

No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruins

Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some

You lost the race by a dick, slut's cum 'cause nuts won

What fun freakin' it frequently, freak wit' me, slick to freak quick

Your girl's punani's packed like the Freaknik

We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me, bitch

Now your fuckin' soul ain't so mischievous

Diss who?! We're the hip-hop rap pounder founders

Ricochetin' PM to AM, fryin' freestyle flounders

Big as bouncers, ounce to ounces

Don't make us check you; yes, you!

Just know respect due!

[Hook x4: Rap samples]

"Whatcha gonna do when we come correct?"

"Here I come up! Tick-tick, and I don't stop!"

[Verse 2: Vinnie]

Check it out

I'm hearin' niggas in the game yappin' this, yappin' that

Talkin' Vinnie don't write, and Vinnie can't rap

But I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand

I could write it in your face, my friend, put it on tape and then

Give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me

Pump it through the Flavor Unit, spread it through the industry

The next three weeks, my single done peaked on the rap sheets

Sounds knockin' from malls to swapmeets

And then there's oh, mad tours and oh, mad whores

We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores

And then there's oh, mad sex and ASCAP checks

So when I, um, plex it, it's me, I'm in the Bimmer or Lexus

Guess which nigga is next to flex this

Style that I be ripping's authentic, so don't test this!

[Hook x2: Rap samples]

"Whatcha gonna do when we come correct?"

"Here I come up! Tick-tick, and I don't stop!"

[Verse 3: Treach]

You can fool some of the people some of the time

But not all of my people all of the time

Some of 'em rhyme some of the time

'Cause some of 'em 9, some of 'em mine

And 'bout as Brown as Bobby, wit' a trolley to bury Halle

It's chocolate, so pardon Dolly as a hobby

When it comes to harm me, ya don't alarm me

'Cause I roll wit' Double I and Ron G's army

So that's 235 on a slang bang

And see Ron wit' a nigga for fuckin' A-Train

And that's deep like the Minds of Minolta

Deep just like the Swedishness of John Travolta

If you don't look good, we don't look good

Deez nuts that soon clear the room

So BOOM-to-the-break and break-ah-to-the-snap

And snap-ah-to-the-beat, I freak to bring it back

Plus, I had no choice but to roll wit' the flow

Plus, I came over the bridge and I ain't wastin' my toll