Ahmad - R.E.S.P.E.C.T. lyrics

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Ahmad - R.E.S.P.E.C.T. lyrics

[Ahmad] Ain't got a pit named Petey Snickareeno Ain't got a house out in the hills right next to Chino But I (what) think I got a flow meaner Than any rap cat across the sea back to ol' Pasadena Hittin' hard as Venus ask Serena Can't wait 'til my mom can sport a beemer I used to smoke too much weed with Martin Reamer The homey told me chronic make your gra** greener But now I'm cleaner Doin' six shows a week and be rockin' 'em all Eyes on me like Times Square droppin' the ball But y'all don't know me not out for paparazzi and all I'm in it to win finish like a jockey and stall Without the trophy before I had a plaque on the wall I was a young fiend, rap was like a habit to call Had a tall vision that's bigger than me sellin' tapes Avenue will introduce you to God, music to elevate Got sick and tired of seein' yellow tape The ghetto's hard like when pushin' a bar that's full of metal weight So I spread love and celebrate Ain't gotta like us, you ain't gotta say nothin' to me, but never hate [Chorus] You don't have to say a word to me But you will respect us certainly You don't have to like the thing we do Long as you respect 4th Avenue [Ahmad] Tena Jones what's up [Tena J.] While you bluff fakin' and actin' Enough with the verbal attacks I got real sk**s to make it happen Teena J. fresher than Frito Lay You don't wanna see me k.o Cuss I do buss like your millimeter spray Want apologies like I need to say When I get wit y'all So you should just withdrawal like B of A We deliver like Catherine Zeta J So you sick sayin' you'll get with my clique I like to see the day This here ain't nothin' but a thang to me Singin' heat with a bangin' beat Comin' with something that you can't defeat 4th Ave and we playin' for keeps Forget the critics what they say on the streets Is all that matters We tryin' to come up Climbin' the ladder It's more than just worse, I want it badder That's why I'm steady puttin' in work, forget the chatter Be havin' this song, me and the Avenue Jones, hot as Nevada [Chorus] [Jabu] My teacher told me that my best bet Was a dub on craps, so bet black on the roulette Ironic ain't it, I'm bomb but without the chronic Avenue 4th, we form like ionic bond The homies know I never go slowly mashin' Rip a mic and still pray to God same fashion Life's another never-ending story, ask Sebastion Wanna know about the music biz, don't know, pa** man I drop like, move smooth like spotlight Follow, skipped amateur ripped Apollo Hey now you're an emcee, get the show on, get paid Too many days I sat, noticin' they tryin' to hold us back We like the legend at the bottom, small but on the map I bustin' third but still I ain't good to relay I'm lookin' for Ram so he can teach me how to deejay Like (hey) I'm only doin' what the spirit say I know you fear it, but hear it in every lyric hey So now, I've been nomadic since three I voted Democrat and you don't gotta like me [Chorus]

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