Respect Lyrics - Ready To Die - Notorious B.i.g.

Verse 1 

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Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga 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 fuck 

I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck 

Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and shit 

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 rode for self 

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 

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Verse 2 

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Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream 

On the drug scene, fuck a football team 

Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen 

Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean 

I wanna blow up, stack my dough up 

So school I didn't show up, it fucked 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 

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Verse 3 

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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, nigga you're slippin' 

If I'm pimpin on the f with weed 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