Aye

Them boys better respect my gangsta

Them boys bet not test my gangsta

The label better respect my gangsta

The label better not test my gangsta

The opps better respect my gangsta

My block better respect my gangsta

Blow that chop if they don't respect my gangsta

But I'll chill if they don't test my gangsta

We ain't worried, we'll torture them cats

I don't worry about contracts, I got a lawyer for that

Them boys thought it was a game, they talking all on the net

Then they knew we wasn't playing when they saw us in black

I run with old school killers

tie 'em up put on that blindfold

Everybody think they John Wick till they get John Doe'd

Huh, the gangsters raised us

Killing kids or snitching, boy, that ain't gangsta

Them boys better respect my gangsta

Them boys bet not test my gangsta

The label better respect my gangsta

The label bet not test my gangsta

The opps better respect my gangsta

My block better respect my gangsta

Blow that chop if they don't respect my gangsta

But I chill if they don't test my gangsta

Inimitable creature, boy, I'm one on one

Be a dog, that's what they teach you when you comin' up

Label meetings with my lawyer, ooh, this shit be fun

Tryna find the fastest way to get them numbers up

Tryna duck the judge, when I see them lights, I run

All the kids show me love, baby, I'm a corporate thug

My pops gave the game to me to give it to my son

There's plenty ways to skin a cat, we gon' get it done

Them boys better respect my gangsta

Them boys bet not test my gangsta

The label better respect my gangsta

The label bet not test my gangsta

The opps better respect my gangsta

My block better respect my gangsta

Blow that chop if they don't respect my gangsta

But I chill if they don't test my gangsta

In the streets there were rules

we abide by where we came from

Keep your name solid, that's your reputation

Demand respect, don't accept, no violation

It's deep rooted, civilians not included

I thought we were legit once it all converted to music

They rap gangster but talkin' to cops fluent

Picture me back and forthin' with confidential informants

Music rats what I call 'em, what is we talking?

We talking gangsta, then I'm the author, I beg your pardon

A man from my hood, he wrote the Godfather

Queensbridge to Taliano

My hood produced some real live wires

He wrote the book, I wrote the street bible

At the dealer table, if I lose, I still win

Got my name on they tongue like the Jumpman

I'm a owner, that's a first for the black man

Crap tables got New York feelin' like the Wynn, Las Vegas

Real recognized, real steel, sharp as steel

Real gangsters blend like a crossfader

550 Madison was my old label

Now they need a reservation for a coke table

Told Skilla that we cut from the same cloth

No matter what they do, we remain boss

Family first, stay on your business

God's favorite, God's son, God is my witness