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