Don't Disrespect My Mind Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston 

Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt 

Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows 

I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive 

I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz 

Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start 

I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty 

I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried 

Pit bulls from my terrier that I call my home 

It ain't much, but its something I can call my own 

I go to war at any times, at any place 

Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face 

I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry 

What the fuck you on my block, if you ain't cool with me 

You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind 

I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime 

On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life 

Low G, now I got to earn another stripe 

Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car 

Ghetto clothes, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot's gon' be a faggot 

But if they want some static, I got an automatic 

This automatic, if I grab it 

Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc 

Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket 

Looked at the wounded and all the graphic 

The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic 

Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget 

And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit 

I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it 

You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited 

My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie 

A Commodore, when I go to war 

So get down so I can touch you quickly 

No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot 

You fuckin punk, that's why I don't fuck with you 

Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted 

A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it 

Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions 

So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika 

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika