Respect(2005Remaster|Explicit)

Respect - The Notorious B.I.G.

Written by：The Notorious B.I.G./George McCray

Nineteen-seventy somethin',

Ni**a I don't sweat the date

My moms is late so I had to plan my escape

Out the skins, in this world of fly girls

Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl

Ten months in this gut,

What the f**k

I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck

Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and sh*t

New York New York,

Ready for the likes of this, uh

Then came the worst date, May 21st

2:19, that's when my momma water burst

No spouse in the house so she rolled herself

To the hospital,

To see if she could get a little help

Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck

I'm seein' my death and

I ain't even took my first step

I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy

The doctor looked and said,

"He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Now I'm thirteen,

Smokin' blunts, makin' cream

On the ** scene,

F**k a football team

Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen

Hearin' the coach scream

Ain't my lifetime dream, I mean

I wanna blow up,

Stack my dough up

So school I didn't show up,

It f**ked my flow up

Mom said that I should grow up and check myself

Before I wreck myself,

Disrespect myself

Put the *** on the shelf?

Nah, couldn't see it

Scarface, King of New York,

I wanna be it

Rap was secondary,

Money was necessary

Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary

C74-Mark 8 set me straight

Not able to move behind the great steel gate

Time to contemplate, damn,

Where did I fail?

All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

Ninety-four,

Now I explore new horizons

Mama smile when she see me,

That's surprisin'

Honeys is tantalizin',

They freak all night

Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night

As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed

Not the same deranged child

Stuck up in the game