Respect (2005 Remaster|Explicit)
The Notorious B.I.G"Respect (2005 Remaster|Explicit)" is a song by The Notorious B.I.G, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:08 long and contains 70 lines and 394 words.
0:31Nineteen-seventy somethin',
0:33Ni**a I don't sweat the date
0:35My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
0:38Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
0:40Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
0:43Ten months in this gut,
0:45What the f**k
0:46I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
0:48Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and sh*t
0:51New York New York,
0:52Ready for the likes of this, uh
0:54Then came the worst date, May 21st
0:572:19, that's when my momma water burst
0:59No spouse in the house so she rolled herself
1:02To the hospital,
1:03To see if she could get a little help
1:05Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
1:07I'm seein' my death and
1:09I ain't even took my first step
1:10I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
1:13The doctor looked and said,
1:14"He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
1:27Now I'm thirteen,
1:28Smokin' blunts, makin' cream
1:29On the drug scene,
1:30F**k a football team
1:32Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
1:34Hearin' the coach scream
1:36Ain't my lifetime dream, I mean
1:38I wanna blow up,
1:39Stack my dough up
1:40So school I didn't show up,
1:41It f**ked my flow up
1:42Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
1:45Before I wreck myself,
1:46Disrespect myself
1:48Put the drugs on the shelf?
1:49Nah, couldn't see it
1:51Scarface, King of New York,
1:52I wanna be it
1:53Rap was secondary,
1:55Money was necessary
1:56Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
1:59C74-Mark 8 set me straight
2:01Not able to move behind the great steel gate
2:04Time to contemplate, damn,
2:06Where did I fail?
2:07All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
2:31Ninety-four,
2:32Now I explore new horizons
2:34Mama smile when she see me,
2:35That's surprisin'
2:37Honeys is tantalizin',
2:38They freak all night
2:40Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night
2:42As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
2:45Not the same deranged child
2:46Stuck up in the game
2:48And to my niggas livin' street life
2:49Learn to treat life to the best,
2:52Put stress to rest
2:53Still tote your vest man,
2:54Niggas be trippin'
2:55In the streets without a gat?
2:57Nah, ni**a you're slippin'
2:58If I'm pimpin on The F with w**d on my breath
3:01Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
3:04Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
3:06To the freaks in the Jeeps,
3:08Lick shots to my peeps
Nineteen-seventy somethin', Ni**a I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, What the f**k I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and sh*t New York New York, Ready for the likes of this, uh Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that's when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rolled herself To the hospital, To see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy" Now I'm thirteen, Smokin' blunts, makin' cream On the drug scene, F**k a football team Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream Ain't my lifetime dream, I mean I wanna blow up, Stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, It f**ked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, Disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, Money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, Where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail Ninety-four, Now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, That's surprisin' Honeys is tantalizin', They freak all night Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed Not the same deranged child Stuck up in the game And to my niggas livin' street life Learn to treat life to the best, Put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, Niggas be trippin' In the streets without a gat? Nah, ni**a you're slippin' If I'm pimpin on The F with w**d on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, Lick shots to my peeps
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