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letra de don't ever disrespect me - nems, ghostface killah & scram jones

[intro: nems]
yo, yo, yo
ask around the boroughs, they tell you i’m really like that
you dyin’ from the punch, you f-ckin’ p-ssy, go fight back
right across your head, like blaow! that’s wit’ a spiked bat
knocked ’em out, then tapped his pocket, that’s for the night cap (yo, yo, yo)
ask around the boroughs, they tell you i’m really like that
you dyin’ from the punch, you f-ckin’ p-ssy, go fight back
right across your head, like blaow! that’s wit’ a spiked bat
knocked ’em out, then tapped his pocket, that’s for the night cap
[verse 1: nems]
walk into the spot, my opps, they be like ”oah, sh-t!”
know i got the shrapnel, watch out, rock your whole sh-t
your mother was a fan in ’97 on ghost d-ck
your girl was on the dancefloor suckin’ me off in ’06
all type of b-tchеs hangin’ on my d-ck
you a bozo, so i’m bangin’ on yo’ b-tch
if you want smoke, then i flame you with thе fifth
lil’ homie, i walk around with your wrangle on my wrist
buckle up and sh-t knuckle up, you b-tch
my chain, lookin’ truck and sh-t, callin’ snuffaluff-gus
had two b-tches on my bucket list
and i f-cked ’em in the same night, f-ck that sh-t
she f-cked all your mens, you still cuff that b-tch?
i might spit in her face, and then snuff that b-tch, ha!
you know i get biz, walk around like the city is mine, because it is, ha!

[chorus: nems]
don’t ever disrespect me
ever, ever, ever, ever disre-
ever, ever, ever disre-
ever, ever, ever disrespect me, p-ssy
don’t ever disrespect me, you heard?

[verse 2: ghostface k!llah & nems]
a-yo [?] drops, couple rings trouble like a submachine glock
in the jungle, never fumble, we just double green hop
yo, we rumble, then we stumble in your humble queen hop
we cut you, get it jumpin’ like a trampoline hop
my good reasons is the meanin’ of a silent dean
i smuggle, juggle coffee beans, level seventeen opp
wanna trade upon your horse, takin’ double cream opp
just what i h-lla mean opp
yo, spin these fly rituals, me and chef made the kitchen move
photo bomb, and almost k!lled this man up in the picture booth
i stay in tune with, [?] best writers
i wrote for the writers cup, caught arthritis
we step upon the yacht, you swear we was all pirates
wit’ sl!ck rick eye patches, burners and the hi-hat
disrespect us my n-gga, don’t even try it
yo, nems, go and pull on they mouth wit’ a pair of pliers (ha)
[chorus: nems]
don’t ever disrespect me
ever, ever, ever, ever disre-
ever, ever, ever disre-
ever, ever, ever disrespect me, p-ssy
don’t ever disrespect me, you heard?

- nems ghostface killah scram jones

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