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Hip Hop For Respect

Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin

mon J.O.B, la on me respecte J'ai des skills pis une voix sexy C'tun 60eme show, c'est juste du real dans ma biographie B-boy, hip hop cv, Bakawa 2 J

also was a hip hop b boy to boot used to write my name while you'd commute shove our paint inside our coats you know we'd never pay for shit kleptomaniac

to be, just like me You wanna battle me? I insist that we Toss up a coin - head's up, now let's kick off The Hip-Hop Superbowl, see who'll get picked

you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice I black out 'til I'm blue in the face Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace Yelling "save hip-hop

almost our time to shine that's when we started Recording Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars With the illest rhymes we didn't care about radio Biggie or 2Pac or west coast hip hop

out to Ed O.G. and The B.U.L.L.D.O.G.S. Yo whole rock this, look Yo brown is my complexion, I got that electric connection Now who needs some protection? We rocking hip-hop

slap slee Dipstick paddywhack pee pee googalee gee Polly wolly sling slang skooey dibbely doo Wing wong ping pong king kong Cheech 'n Chong hop hip kagagoogoo

Heh whassup? Here we go, here we go, here we go One two for the money or the show then three for the S-E Hah hah, whassup? It's Ahmad, my man Mau' made