Men Of Respect (Feat. The Lox)

featuring The L.O.X. 
Intro: Sheek Luchion 
Yeah what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for? 
This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit. 
Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this. 
Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh oh. 

Verse One: Sheek Luchion 
Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot 
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot 
In the back yard, used to have the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits the fan, and that nigga be your man 
And get caught red hand with a half a pelican 
What do you do? Don't stall 
Spring him and buy more 
It's the code of the streets 
If your belly ain't the beast 
And you ain't hungry for this cake 
How much you expect to make? 
When I was young I threw parties and had food fights at school 
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool 
So that taught me 
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies 
Five cent a chip 
The next month, bought a whip 
Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know 
I'm getting sex from 9th and up, that's living it up 
Not Donald Trump but what, buying pies for the class 
Fifteen buying Hydro in glass 
Way back when 
Only drinking Gin 
Now I'm a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes 
Used to pump my fist with Arsenio 
Player hating niggaz that used to rap in all the videos 
That needed to be me 
My click needed to be G 
All up in the game, with bitches riding our train 
And I'm pretty sure my nigga Kasino feeling the same 

Verse Two: Kasino 
Ayo you can't tell me nothing about doing dirt 
Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work 
I been there, any part of the game you name 
I done did it, even after Sledge runs in it 
I done copped out, blew trial, done my whole sentence 
Went from no dough, 'til the point when the dough don't grow 
Got too big for them little whips, the door won't close 
Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road 
Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers clothes 
Went from hand me downs, but y'all hear me now 
Don't forget that I'm sober when y'all staring me down 
Got a team of hungry niggaz, that's my family now 
And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns 
Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round 
And yo I promise not to act funny 
Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me 
Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money 
I was three cars deep, and this my pack money 
Eating and learning to act hungry 
>From South Cat country, hustling cane 
I'm like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game 

Verse Three: Styles Paniro 
I swear if I die, don't you dare send me flowers 
If you ain't a friend of ours 
Sucker, they call me S. P. I don't blend with cowards 
I spit Heroin, make y'all niggaz pure dope heads 
Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez 
Top of the world 
Gun cocked, cocking' your girl 
Blowing the steam 
Feels good fulfilling your dream 
Using your head, while y'all niggaz losing your bread 
Watching the snakes in the garden and I'll watch y'all dead 
Whether I'm living or dying, got 'em rough riding 
Leave with two bitches 100 G's plus iron 
Styles spits the shit that'll have niggaz crying 
Telling your man what I said, fucking with Dreads 
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds 
Lock me up, your little ass copied up 
Had the whole East Side looking poppied up 
Hop in the Porsche 
Cranberry frosty sauce 
Deep dish 18's 
Out of state play things 
Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing 
Eleven left hands with them platinum face things 
Busting a left, about the get the truck with the checks 
Sending you death for fucking with the Men of Respect 

Verse Four: Jadakiss 
y'all think y'all getting a dime of this rap money, you crazy 
I'm hungry and I can't pump no more, I'm lazy 
I never did like you, I really don't know you 
And just because I give you a dap, I'll still blow you 
Listen here, we just gonna make one thing clear 
You gonna lose two of your mans a month, for a year 
Yeah I seen ill niggaz slide off broke 
That's why I got incorporated, now I write off coke 
Burning the hash, keep money, learning the stash 
My credit is great, but I buy burners with cash 
I'm the nigga that'll come through and light up an ounce 
y'all the faggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce 
All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white 
With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights 
I bear right, bust a you, then hop out with the pump 
And make all them niggaz empty all their shit in the trunk 
Jadakiss in the top 5, dead or alive 
Spit bees at a nigga, that'll give him the hives 
Whenever you hear me, it'll be the flow of the night 
Just gimme a light, and lower the Mic 
I swear to God, have everybody saying I'm the MC of their choice 
Then they'll remember it was me, raspy voice 
Got Clive D, Lyor and Tommy 
Trying to buy me 
I don't want to talk, all y'all do is send me a check 
L.O.X. and Kasino be the Men of Respect 

Chorus: all 
Men of Respect, steal the work, kill the connect 
You look dry so we leaving you wet 
I don't care if I'm sentenced to death 
I'ma still get dough 'til my very last breath