Respect My Gun

Intro: sample

I am here to make something perfectly clear

Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"

Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians

Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying

While I'm chilling abroad with a broad that's Bulgarian

With my ************* in her jaws, giving her heart failure

Licking it down under like living in Australia

With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft

I score at will, but when you this fly

It's either limit the sky or the unlimited fall

Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous, raw criminal

Who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky

Suspended in time like the General Zod

Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord

Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and-

Chorus: Royce da 5'9"

You ain't gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun

Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"

God of the semi-automatic

But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god

I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue

Tall-spending, living large

And this to y'all *************s long-winded

I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off

Convict of brown bricks and raw

I keep the same down chick around different tours

I tore down *************t before and now the *************t be more

'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured

And your *************t for clowns, CB4

I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or

It'd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas

Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war

Chorus: Royce da 5'9"

You ain't gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun

Verse 3: Roc Marciano

Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax

Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap

I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag

Bagging *************, had a bickering back and forth

This ain't badminton

I had to admit, that *************t bad for business

I like 'em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended

It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping

Hopped out the albino rhino

I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones

I'm too refined, I'm not common folk

Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold

I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you *************s slow

Just dig the hole and don't be difficult

I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked

Chorus: Royce da 5'9"

You ain't gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun

Interlude: DJ Premier

PRhyme, ride out

Chorus: Royce da 5'9"

You ain't gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun