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