Lil Wayne – Respect Us (feat. Juvenile) Lyrics

Respect Us

Lil Wayne (feat. Juvenile)

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"Respect Us." - Lil Wayne (feat. Juvenile)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:08 pm

Album: Tha Block Is Hot

Track No: 10

What, what, what
What, what, what
Listen, Listen
When I come through, bustin
Everybody on the block be runnin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thuggin'
Got them things, ten up, keep hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will be there
And my prices stay low, I keep it there
And if you want it raw, I got it right here
And if you want war, I am your nightmare
This is all I know, is bang bang
I hustle and slang, slang
My block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, mayne
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I bob head busters quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'm next
My shop here, not a fix
I always thug in black
And always bustin' gats
You girly's fuckin' back
Now you you lovin' that?
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up
Listen, listen
I give it to them how they ask me
Raw and nasty
The AK, I pack it
Believe, I'm 'bout that action
Slash a buster like a fraction
I'm on that yola
Standin' on the corner with one
Sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your mama to order
A dozen of t-shirts
For only half a brick, I'll blast the fifty
And I ain't gon' stop shootin', till I jam the clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about to get ugly
Ya'll better call people up
I'm about to start shovin' my sawed-off
Between ya guts
Wayne 'bout ta ball people up
Ya'll better duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But all them busters 'bout ta get
Killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' till the day I die
Cousin
Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up
****, let it be known
I come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to the dome
And show up alone
Just me and my flame torch
Wayne start, danger
Walk with my head down like a stranger
And bang ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy, some of y'all be feminine
Bouncin' with a twitch
Leave em crawlin' out a ditch
Got damn, son of a shh!
Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tsss!
Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got ta get paid
I'm going all out, no matter what it takes
I was raised, up on that paper
Kill for the scrill was in my nature
Tote M1's and keep the block hot
Sell raw Colts to keep my glock hot
Never add taxes to my price, man
And if a boy play, I ride at night man
What!
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up
Hot Boys
Will they respect us
Representin' Cash Money Records
It's warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain't scared
Then throw your sets up

Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Lil Wayne & Byron Thomas.

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