Texty:
Silence 4 A Little Respect

me work so hard That you give me no That you give me no You give me no You give me no Soul, I hear you calling Please give a little respect to me I'

and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. [Dre:] "Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Hannibal and Dahma I'm the first one out, and last one on the corner This life is a hustle any day you be a goner P89 Ruger with the silence off Little

a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a

be locked up But that is not a reason To destroy him He's a sad little man, Not a king or god Not a thief, I need a crime! (Crowd) Kill him! He says

take texts I need a new plan, a crook with knowlegde Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars Man, my momma got a mortgage And my little baby sister

your any girl Them boy's shoulda said need ta hell Now prepare for the beast You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me [x4] You people are gonna respect

That's all you doin, you playin fuckin around Youse a little bitch.. Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a

on fire Hide all, you little children in a dire When I spark in the dark with a lighter Light up and don't die in silence Somebody was sitting on the