Respect That (feat. Ya Boy) - Messy Marv, Ya Boy

One, two, three to the fo'

Bitch I’m a pimp, I don’t speak to no hoes

You niggas never match MC’s with no flows

It don’t add up, like me with no dough

I swear to God, just last year I was broke

On the block selling dope, watching my niggas snort coke (Now)

My life changed, from the planes to the boats

From the chains to the clothes, don’t need Game for these hoes

They just hop in the Range and we go

Switching lanes, baby go’n give me brains on the low

Never lame, born and raised in the Sco

Niggas hate, but they won’t say a thing to me though

It’s like that, and as a matter of fact

I got powers with the powder, Harry Potter the crack

Every hour I devour, money shower with that

Lemonheads in my ears, how sour is that?

Real sour, I break shit down like Twin Towers

Nabbed ya' bitch, had the bitch, bitch holla

It ain’t 'bout dollars?

I don’t want to hear about it

Never square, boy this nigga right here about it

Call me Ya Boy, for short call me YB

Don’t try me, carry gun like I. D

But fuck guns, I keep niggas beside me

And we’ll beat a punk nigga down like Rodney

Feel I’m the king when it come to this rap thing

If I ain’t have a mic, I probably clap things

Or post all night, serving things to the crack fiends

Boy, I got runners like the coach of the track team

Yes, I’m focused, vision clear as a flat screen

You broke niggas not eating you’re fasting

I’m telling you: All the hoods, they feel dude

They like, «Pac gone, but fuck it, he’ll do»

A lot of jealous niggas, they be trying to kill dude

Because the boy pockets green as mildew

And in the west, if I ain’t the best

Or at least second, I’ll put a weapon up to my chest (Yeah)

Haters don’t want to see me breathe

Cause they know I got Next like MTV

They can’t see me like bootleg DVDs

'Cause I got more pads than the MPC

Catch me dippin' in a Jag, seaweed green

I’m in a league of my own, you in the pee-wee league

When I was broke, still my grill at least three Gs

Now I talk with a smile, let the VVs breathe

It’s Ya Boy, I represent the CDP

You a ho dog, you be were the weenies be

You the man when the east coast talk about ya'

Buzzin' in the streets, each coast speak about ya'

That’s me, and if you ain’t here

It’s 'bout to get ugly, like Freeway’s beard

It’s the streets, you don’t get a lot of leeway here

It get hotter than a motherfuckin' heat wave here

Trust me, boy, it’s a lot of heat-play here

Leave you M.I.A.

like the Heat play here

Wear guns to surpass the hatin'

Tie the MAC 'round my neck, it’s a fashion statement

I laugh at you clowns, thinkin' I’m the same dude

I’m not as quiet as I was back in grade school

I’m much sicker, with an addiction to spray tools

And like a Game, I’m just dyin' to play fools

So run up if you think I’m a chump

I’ll leave your body in the trunk, smellin' just like skunk

I’ll leave your head in your lap, right after I dump

Even Ashton Kutcher couldn’t make your nucka a punk (Ha)

I be thuggin' till I’m at the pearly tall gates

'Cause I’ve been thuggin' since 20s had a small face

I’m still thuggin' and, 20s got a large face

Ya Boy, the black '06 version of Scarface

And the Bay is where I made my name

Where them niggas go dumb like Damon Wayans

Yeah it’s hyphy, but some niggas, they be goin all out

So I don’t go dumb 'cause the gun might fall out

Trust me, dog, I’m not the nigga you should call out

I’m looking at your teeth and I’ma knock 'em all out

Twice as big as I was befo'

And the radio won’t even play my song no mo'

But It’s cool, I’m in the streets like a hydrant though

So when they ask who the best, they reply «Ya Yo

That nigga Ya Boy, that boy got a fiery flow»

Hoes tryin' to make me they man, my reply is «No»

Yes, you can get on your knees and blow

And put my thing in your mouth, but easy though

A hot boy, I don’t sound like Weezy though

Got snow, but I don’t think I got a Jeezy flow

I’m the truth, I could go R&B and blow

But this rap game’s so fuckin' easy though

I’m the pizza man, I got cheese and dough

My H-Town niggas got me off leanin' dro

Niggas think I’m a ho, ti’l I squeeze the fo'

And that’ll change they mind like Keyshia Cole

And I’m single, somebody let Keyshia know

That I break backs and leave girls leanin', yo (Ha)

The girls choose 'cause my penis better

Not to mention I’m hot like Phoenix weather

Not to mention you cold, you won’t even go gold

When I drop, I’ma go platinum times fo'

That’s fo' million sales from Florida to Wales

'Cause I got more bars than four million jails

And I’m holding the twelve gauge for you lames

Aim at your brain, leave your membrane rearranged

If you don’t think I’m the truth, you retarded

Record labels, get the biddin' war started