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letra de demand respect - smoked outt records

[intro: bizzy b]
smoked outt n-gga (smoked outt n-gga)
lil bizzy in this b-tch ya heard me (smoked outt n-gga)
i demand respect, feel me?

[hook]
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more

[verse 1: bizzy b]
here i go once again, still spin the bin spittin’
chopper bullets hittin’
smokin’ blunts got me bent and
n-ggas try to rob me, the whole plan went sour
hit [?] on the hip and it’ll be less than an hour
jumpin’ outta hummers, 5 n-ggas come to get ya
me, mookie, darell, d, buck, and derrick coming to split ya
hooked up with a couple of head bussas out that ‘nolia
you shouldn’t have never f-cked with this n-gga out the hole-uh
gotta holla at my people off v.l
if everybody out there, then ain’t n0body gonna live to tell
smoked outt be my clique b-tch
respect my mind or you dyin’ off the top i’m on some gangsta sh-t
[hook]
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more

[verse 2: bizzy b]
50 or better, n-gga i’m ’bout my cheddar
so you better, hold that noise you lil’ boys
wanna clown? uptown be my stomping grounds
i acts a hound with them n-ggas out the hole when i tear it down
50 shots comin’ at ya head
now be honest, you ain’t gon’ say it but i know you scared
smoked outt n-gga, b-tch my clique roll deep
picture me and mookie, crashin’ in ya sh-t while you sleep
better watch what you say, ’cause everything goes
you layin’ up there stuntin’, tryna prove a point for them hoes
skulls and clothes got them hoes in a maze
i hit [?] on the hip, he comin’ with them k’s

[hook]
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
[verse 3: bizzy b]
like b-tch reality, i play the game how the game play with me
pack the artillery then i put a b-tch out his misery
this ghetto fantasy, n-ggas tryna be wannabe’s
just graduated to f-ckin’ hoes but now you g’s?
please, then i proceed, claiming that a n-gga ’bout it ’bout it
snort a bag of that big baby, hop in my ride, n-gga i’m out it
can’t wait till sundown, i got a special date
with the night creeper, flesh eater, 9 millimeter, wanna be her miss nina
she has no heart, therefore she has no love for no n-gga
i know all her weak spots, tickles when i touch her trigger
and all of a sudden, ya homeboy pushin’ up daisies
f-ckin’ around wit’ my baby, miss nina forever my lady

[hook]
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more
i demand respect, no need to disrespect
n-gga respect, yo wig ain’t no wig no more

[outro: lil bizzy]
look, for real, lil bizzy all the time
smoked outt, uptown, i demand respect
ya heard me? all about a dollar
we in here, the real magnolia
look, i demand respect, respect me

- smoked outt records

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