Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It (Album Version|Edited)

Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It (Album Version|Edited) - Memphis Bleek

Okay i'm reloaded yeah y'know

It's young e get low in the bulding we back

Made everybody ready it's that new sh*t ya hear

Yo guru let's do it for these niggas yeah

Ayo roc-a-fella records runnin' the streets reckless

Get low the future you gotta respect it

The hood's still in back of me guns still beside of me

Still for the street hoes they wanna ride wit me

Big print like i just hit lottery

Like y'all can't see a ni**a straight from poverty

We ghetto we're gutter where you don't come around

Some dudes make records an' say they underground

But i choose not to go that far 'cuz i was born there pa

I don't gotta write bars you niggaz see my scars

An' you know my story

I'm more for the war i'm 'bout guts an' glory

Them other dudes front for y'all i can't do it

I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music

I put the beat on murder'll roll the w**d up

Put it on the street one week watch it heat up

Heavy rotation rockin' on hot 9

You niggaz get your money right 'cuz i got mine

An' it's roc-a-fella records runnin' the streets reckless

Get low the future you gotta respect it

I been in it since 9 to 6 before i could drive whips

To focus on getting' paid before 'coming of age'

Niggaz they understand the boy done became a man

Loyal to all my peeps that's why i did for the fam

Who the f**k want what none of you niggaz

I'm right back 'cuz i ain't done wit the bidniss

Them niggaz owe me a check niggaz owe me respect

I give you that good game i told you i been made

An' it's roc-a-fella records runnin' the streets reckless

Get low the future you gotta respect it

An' i'm from the m to the a to the r c y

So many niggaz be hatin' they don't want me to ride

But you see bleek just living' his life

Instead you wanna see a ni**a throwin' that iron

Well so be it it's many dudes in the team

That ain't family now an' y'all see it

Dynasty though it remain the same

So every time you throw it up

You know who changed the game homie

The roc army get low an' state property

Caked up in real estate an' never played monopoly

But why them niggaz wanna act all aggy

'Cuz of the bigger plate an' i got more baggies

But sh*t where's the love

I could tell you it ain't nuttin' over here but new guns an' slugs

An' it's all about the butter you ain't listenin' baby boy

That the roc'll never lose we just kill an' destroy

An' it's roc-a-fella records runnin' the streets reckless

Get low the future you gotta respect it