Respect Made Men - La the Darkman

Yeah, it’s the embassy

Sing-Sing Regime, understand, yeah

Darkman’s driving in the cockpit, spitting hot shit

Niggas better move when the Glock spit

Ever since a teenager, I had flavor

B.M.W., new sneakers and a sky pager

Aim my gun like a lazer, and when I squeeze

Better hope that Jesus gonna save ya

Focus on my pocket sweller, one time felon

Took, every case to trial, my niggas ain’t telling

I’m on the phone, youth have grown

I’ve really lived the way of the Corleone

Respect, loyalty, death, revenge

Life, riches, made, men

You don’t understand, chain of command

Bosses, generals, and, captains

The embassy, everybody gotta vote

Money in the walls, with the dead bolt

Locked, currency and stocked

Once straight from the block, the H&R Block

I got rules, morals, codes

But some niggas just think I got flows

It’s a way of life, a culture

Civilized, but hungry as a volture

Steadily planning, to build my empire

Be a multi-millionaire before I expire

Only the strong survive, life’s a jungle

My man Left sell roy by the bundle

I’m the truth, over achiever

Some same I’m the don, I believe ya

So make way, for the new king

B.K.

boy, straight outta Sing-Sing

Hollow tips, to leave ya momma lonely

Like Sosa told Face, «Don't ever fuck me, Tony»

I’m authentic, raw, official

Tried to use my mind before I use my pistol

But most times it’s animal instinct

Cuz most niggas don’t think shit stink

A few years, I cop shit out of Forbes

Selling more blow, than Boston George

Went to G5's from Honda Accord’s

'04, twelve don, '06, rap lord

The embassy, businessmen, war veterans

Study the word, in the order that I settle in

Don’t lay the first two, you see the next two

Like the nigga you bench next to

Then the other four, don’t worry him no more

You going straight to hell, one way tour

Now take it for real, or just talk

Even Sammy the Bull is a dead man walking