Men Of Respect - Dj Kay Slay, Lloyed Banks, Tony Yayo

I got every pair of Jordans, every kind of bitch

Ridin foreign cars my life is the shit (Come on!)

My Louis bookbag, is full of them stacks

Homey I’m in Spain I ain’t thinkin about hats

I say Cassius Clay, you say butter, I say Parkay, I drink Rose'

I had swag since the third grade

Havin sex on the beach with a mermaid, draped in that Herme

In that spur, pullin on that purple

Cause I like her, and I like her too

No time to talk bitch get in

My first time in the booth, I knew I would win

The first time in the pen it was different than the streets yo

I seen niggas make movies out of C. O's

Fuck my P.O.

he got a attitude

But I’m a man of respect what he 'gon do?

For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad

That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

I got the tools that keep you niggas in check

To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (YEAHHHHH!)

We some men of respect, you a bitch in a dress

I got these niggas so scared that they swimmin in sweat

And they don’t send us a check, he gettin hit in his chest

My daughter needs her hair done I gotta get some barretts

Put the grip on the sket, and graze the skin off his neck

I keep a 40 like Queens but I don’t live in the 'jects

You ever send us a threat?

That you don’t live to regret

You better come with your towels even gorillas get wet

Ladies lift up your breast, you bang lift up your set

My gun got a bad bladder take a piss on your vest

THUG-A THUG-A, THUG-A, THUG-A my click is the best

Your bars stink, that’s why you got shit on your breath

Niggas clapped tryin to slap me five

I put 'em on wheelchairs, like Drake on Degrassi High

They say I don’t smile, that’s cause I don’t play fair bro

I stay Sirius like satellite radio

For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad

That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

I got the tools that keep you niggas in check

To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (YEAHHHHH!)

I’m a South Jamaica Queens nigga (YEAH!)

Boy play me make a scene nigga countin paper clean nigga

Bouncin on that beam nigga, and not that star type

Where I go, moms go, make it rain at the stop light

My Coupe makes the cops tight, my auror make the shorties get her wop right

Drop her off and catch my portal rock flight

Block life, kingpin, respect the center block ice

God it must be somethin good, could be seven hot dice

Locally connected, vocally respected

International record I’ll be leavin any second

Check it, let me stretch it 'fore your funds exit

My Method, got your Man Louis V vested

Excellent, my weed man got me somewhere in the clouds

Havin daydreams of me sleepin on a hundred pounds

For any burglary sounds we got a hundred rounds

AK’s when I’m down to the ground and put 'em down

For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad

That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

I got the tools that keep you niggas in check

To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect (Yeahhhhh!)

Now BK stand up (Bed-stuy!)

I’m in Bed-Stuy big cape rubberband up

Goons don’t play (NO) That’ll get ya jammed up

Gotta watch the jakes, that’ll get ya canned up

You know how we play, hundred grand a truck (Flossin!)

Them dice games, two grand and up

The life man, the lights and the cameras

Parked the Maserati, right in front of Marcy (Yep!)

To talkin with the homeys when I’m out at Marcus Garvey (Melon)

And pardon me y’all, I meant chalkin bodies (Goonies!)

Shout to Lil' Kim do your bid like Frank White

Then come home and do it BIG like Frank White (Ball on 'em!)

We buy cars just to race 'em like the Indy’s (Speedin!)

They fly the Spur a buck eighty for the bentley (Wow!)

A rockstar like the Red Hot Chili Pep’s

They follow my car cause the feds feel we a threat (They takin pictures!)

Yeah I keep bread with a chilly neck

Diplomats 'round this bitch they knowin we the realest set (Byrd gang!)

Yeah we 'gon spoil New York

Call us the Dipset Knicks the way we ball in New York, motherfuckers!

For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad

That just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

And everytime the streets say that I’m that boy

It just makes me wanna get more money (More money)

I got the tools that keep you niggas in check

To me I’m not a fool I’m a man of respect

(I'm a man of respect yeah!)