No Respect

What you want you ain't gon' get it
What you need you won't admit it
It really don't matter how hard you try
Cause money can't buy respect
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll get respect
Bought a big Mercedes and you got about ten more cars
Now you impress the ladies and you're a neighborhood star
Gold on your fingers and your neck
But you still get no respect
Your mind is weak so when you speak
You're obsolete your mental peak
Is in the street your mouth's a beak
Big like a bird and your future's bleak
Now you should seek some help decree
You're selling crack and living cheap
Bought a brand new ride to go beep beep
Playing music outside loud in your jeep
But you should know unless you're slow
There comes an end to the sidewalk show
And up the river's where you'll go
Wearing stripes from head to toe
No fancy gold no fancy car
And the brothers inside don't care who you are
A 7 foot brother doing life
300 pounds says you're his wife
Walks in your cell and says "Fix it up"
Then you look up and say "Not the butt"
He says "Shut up" "But but" No but
Now what you gonna do freaky deaky or what
The money was good the money was fast
No business mind and the money won't last
In the money rate you fell first to last
Now every night you fight for your a**
They say what goes up must come down
All hustlers know that sound
Cause you're here today gone the next
And you'll find out the hard way you get no respect
Man you must be crazy and bugged
Whatcha mean I don't get no respect
You crazy
You got to respect me
Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets boy
Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine
In '72 I was killing em boy
Man go 'head go 'head
I'm telling ya I was shitting on it
Word up word up I was the man
And a car these niggas ain't got no cars today man
My car was so pretty I ride by niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm saying
Ha ha man get outta here go 'head
Caddy boy Grand Daddy Caddy
They used to call me Mackaroni Tony boy
Aw man go 'head shut yo broke a** up man
Word I spell it out I'll yell it out
For those brothers that keep selling out
Cause local clout is all you're about
A few b******t es and hanging out
And every day's like a title bout
When the next man wants you taken out
I'd like to know what you're thinkin' about
It sure ain't dyin' without a doubt
But you better wake up before it's too late
Or they'll be doing your make up down at the coroner's place
And you will have lived just to die
And you'll die with no respect
Yo man what about hoes what about hoes
Hoes
Hoes
Sh*t man I had mo' b**ches than muthaf**king Coned got switches boy
I had hoes loads of hoes
Hoes hoes you dig
You're just talking sh*t
I had all the money man I was the man
Where you going Sam
Hold up hold up
I don't wanna hear more of this sh*t
Wait before you go can I get a dollar man
Aw go 'head you broke a** I ain't hearing no more of that sh*t
What happened to all your money boy
Aw go 'head ni**a I thought you said you had all the money
I got all the money man that sh*t ain't happening to me
You just f**ked up man I know how to hustle
I got respect you crazy man
I can go in any liquor store anywhere anytime 'the day
And get any bottle or anything for free that's respect boy
Aw go 'head with all that sh*t
That's respect
I got the dollar boy I'm the man nowadays you understand
You was killing em in '72 I'm killing em in '87 man
That sh*t ain't happening to me I'm the man
Yeah I'm a hustler's muthaf**ka
Me I ain't never falling off
Aw man I used to say the same thing man
I'm the man when you get a bad boy