Respect

[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