Respect It

[Verse 1: Illa J]

It's Illa J, you better respect it

Nothing but excellence, you better expect it

About to be the top cheddar collector

I come hard, ladies love it better erected

Bout to star in my own movie, call it 'Balls of Steel'

And I'mma get Quentin to direct it

Tarantino if you don't know the lingo

I got King Dilla since Common got the new Primo

I see you having nightmares but it ain't a dream no

I'm the prince and the ladies love cream yo

You don't know what time it is like a Casino

I'm tryna break Beatles' records like Cee-Lo

The renaissance man, know not to veto

I love numbers, call me Mister Tino

Illa J stack them chips like Fritos

And you old emcees, go and play some bingo

[Hook]

We about to take over, you better respect it

Game time, break over, you better expect it

We eating dinner when you just getting your breakfast

Do it with ease, we can make a hit in a second

Hardcore Hip Hop, you better respect it

Hardcore Hip Hop, you better respect it, uh

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What?

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]

My mind is the tool, hard as the jewel

This rap shit is in me, call me the mule

Call me a fool, I die for what I believe in

Firmly planned and in this game I'm not leavin

Tis the season, to stop all you wack niggas

And your breathin, you not eatin

I'm not in peak and barely raising the decibels

It's my party, welcome all to the festival

I turn your piece of career into a vegetable

Celery, carrots? Nah, squashing duke

I got the washer too

Been sick for so long caught walking flu

I thought you fuckers knew, it's the Rapper Pooh

You better find out who I am nigga, get a clue

I got a problem with your team, they can get it too

You wanna check a nigga record? I got a few

I thought you niggas knew

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]

These skills are sharp, fangs sharp, jaw frames crush y'all lames

So who am I to vision a collision in the fast lane?

Total your vocal, leave you immobile while the octane

Hit the stage with nine just like Wu-Tang

Protect Ya Neck, twist your spine, open house your brain

Nickname T-Pain, bullets sang

Tippin skit, flippin hit, dip and rip your whole game

Coroner bag and zip, eulogy your name

Usually I maintain but rappers talking insane

Science class, two school niggas re-enact that big bang

Blast, bloodbath, bathe in the lead rain

I ain't playing games, spray the heat like we

Coldplay, rush your blood to the head, thoroughbred emcee

North Cackalac, Cali and the D

Illa J, Poobie, Lamont, who fuckin with we?

[Hook]