Brothaz Respect Lyrics - Cappadonna

Yup, you got the juice now, man 

Niggas respect mine 

(Brothaz respect mine, brothaz respect mien) 

Respect mine 

(Brothazx respect mine) 

Yo, I be, out here, in these streets 

While you be, in the bed, under the sheets 

I grind hard, regardless, I'm gon' eat 

I don't care how many niggas you roll with or how deep 

'Cuz I say one word, now you fast asleep 

I rebute rappers that spread poison 

I come in the meet for him 

Speak words that make born 

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You in my brainstorm 

I sting men that do the innocent wrong 

Your sentiments gone 

You imagining vain things 

Neglecting me, but I reign king 

Savagy and wankstas 

Is not a part of my main stream, they plain jeans 

I'm King Original, Tao Wu Tazine 

Solomon darts, vocabulary Nazarines 

Come with a sharp sword 

I'm justified by all means, back up from my altar 

Falsehood niggas become falser 

I came back and stepped out of the sourcer 

Respect mines, make me an offer 

Or face the 36 Chambers of Torture 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Photos 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

The General, rebel the great 

I'm on money like the president face 

Next felony's a federal case 

New blood, you can never relate 

True blood, you can never debate 

Not in nueve tres 

I spit like a deagle with the speed low 

Hustle hard, gamble on the game like Pete Rose 

Respect mine, steppin' with the G code 

Make a nigga move like cops through the peephole 

Manifesto, light it like a techno club 

Outside and don't expect no love 

Rolling like a west coast thug til the wheels fall off 

And I be damned if you step on 'cuz 

Brothaz respect vets, son is a vet 

Henny rap, feel it up on your chest 

Green eyes try and smuggle my rep 

So upset but you love it to death 

Get it in, shits, nothing to Deck, he set 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

For respect, I empty shots out of this tech 

Catch homey at the light, drag him out of his Lex' 

On the edge like Q on the ledge, you got the Juice now 

I took a pledge to the streets, since it was goosed down 

Police move foul, I can move the crowd 

Freestyle or bang bang, any rapper shoot him down 

Pull the ruger out, from the Hill to the Harbor 

Bloomingdale Road, Goonberg, stupid clout 

Old school money, get it from my grandad 

So I use a nigga face like I punch a sandbag 

Ran fats when the van passed 

My pants sag, scuffs on my Air Max 

Blood on my man's rag 

Got the homey loc'ing, I'm still Wolfpacking 

Looking like Kobe open, just passing 

Two 4, numbers I rep 

So my hunger for this bread 

Probably hustle to death, yeah 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine 

Brothaz respect mine