Lletres: DJ Kayslay. More Than Just a DJ. Men Of Respect.

[feat. Tony Yayo, Papoose, Lloyd Banks, Jim Jones & Rell]

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Men Of Respect!
See us comin through you better respect us! (BROOKLYN!)
Papoose... Jimmy! (HARLEM!)
Bank$ what's good?
It's Yayo nigga! (QUEENS!)
Yeah! (YEAH!)

[Tony Yayo:]
I got every pair of Jordans - every kind of bitch
Ridin' foreign cars my life is the shit (C'MON!)
My Louis bookbag - is full of them stacks
Homie I'm in Spain I ain't thinkin about hats! (I ain't playin'!)
I say: "Cassius Clay"! - You say: "butter"
I say: "Parkay! I drink Rose! "
I had swag since the third grade
Havin' sex on the beach with a mermaid - draped in that Herme. (hahahaha!)
In that spur - pullin' on that purple
Cause I like her! - And I like her too! (TOO!)
No time to talk bitch get in
My first time in the booth - I knew I would win! (YEAH!)
First time in the pen it was different than the streets, yo!
I seen niggas make movies out of C.O's!
Fuck my P.O.! - He got a attitude!
But I'm a man of respect, what he 'gon do?

[Chorus: Rell]
For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk
It just makes me wanna get more money! (More money!)
And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad
That just makes me wanna get more money! (More moneyyy!)
And everytime the streets say that I'm that boy
It just makes me wanna get more money! (Mo' money)
I got the tools that keep you niggas in check (Aaahhh!)
To me I'm not a fool I'm a man of respect! (Yeeeeeaaaahhh!)

[Papoose:]
We some men of respect! - You a bitch in a dress!
I got these niggas so scared that they swimmin in sweat!
And they don't send us a check! - He gettin' hit in his chest!
My daughter needs her hair done, I gotta get some barretts!
Put the grip on the sket - and graze the skin off his neck
I keep a 40 like Queens but I don't live in the 'jects!
You ever send us a threat? - That you don't live to regret!
You better come with your towels even gorillas get wet!
Ladies lift up your breast! - You bang lift up your set!
My gun got a bad bladder take a piss on your vest!
THUG-A THUG-A! - THUG-A, THUG-A, my click is the best!
Your bars stink! - That's why you got shit on your breath!
Niggas clapped tryna slap me five!
I put 'em on wheelchairs! - Like Drake on the grass seat high!
They say I don't smile! - That's cause I don't play fair bro!
I stay "Serious [Sirius]" like "Satellite Radio"!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
I'm a South Jamaica Queens nigga (YEAH!)
Boy play me make a scene nigga countin' paper clean nigga! (ugh!)
Bouncin' on that beam nigga! (uhh!) - And not that star type
Where I go, moms go, make it rain at the stop light! (whooo!)
My Coupe makes the cops tight! - My auror make the shorties get her wop right!
Drop a orphan catch my portal rock flight! (yeah!)
Block life! - Kingpin, respect the center block ice,
God it must be somethin' good (yeah!) - could be seven hot dice!
Locally connected! (uh-huh!) - Vocally respected! (uh-huh!)
International record I'll be leavin' any second! (yeeah!)
Check it! - Let me stretch it 'fore your funds exit
My "Method" - got your "Man" Louis V vested.
Excellent! - My weed man got me somewhere in the clouds
Havin' daydreams let me sleep in all a hundred pounds
For any burglary sounds we got a hundred rounds
AK's when I'm down to the ground! - And put 'em down!

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones:]
Now BK stand up! (BED-STUY!)
I'm in Bed-Stuy big cape rubberband up! (that guap!)
Goons don't play! (NO!) - That'll get ya jammed up! (yo!)
Gotta watch the jakes! (what?) - That'll get ya canned up! (sorryyyy!)
You know how we play - hundred grand a truck (FLOSSIN'!)
Them dice games - two grand and up! (what's the deal?)
The life man - the lights and the cameras
Brought the Maserati - right in front of Marcy (yup!)
To talkin' with the homeys when I'm out at Marcus Garvey! (MELON!)
And pardon me y'all! - I meant chalkin' bodies! (GOONIES!)
Shout to Lil' Kim! Do your bid like Frank White (hear me?)
Then come home and do it Big(gie) like Frank White (BALL ON 'EM!)
We buy cars just to race 'em like the Indy's (SPEEDIN'!)
And fly to spare a buck 80 for the Bentley! (WAOOOOOW!)
A rockstar like the "Red Hot Chili Pep's"
They follow my car cause the FEDs still be a threat! (THEY TAKIN' PICTURES!)
Yeah, I keep bread with a chilly net (yo!)
Give me mad 'round this bitch they knowin' we the realest set (BYRDGANG!)
Yeah, we 'gon spoil New York (that's right!)
Cause the DipSet gangsta when we ball in New York! - MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Chorus: Rell]
For everytime I hear a bitch nigga talk (Oooooooohhhhhh!)
It just makes me wanna get more money! (Mo' money!)
And everytime I bag a new fly ass broad (ahhhhh!)
That just makes me wanna get more money! (Oooooohhhhh!)
And everytime the streets say that I'm that boy
It just makes me wanna get more money! (GET mo' money)
I got the tools that keep you niggas in check (I got everythiiiiing!)
To me I'm not a fool I'm a man of respect! (I'm a man of respect, YEAH!) [beat stops]