Respect My Gun

Intro: sample
I am here to make something perfectly clear
Verse 1: Royce da 59'
Competition fell hard cause I got real bars like barbarians
Yall looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying
While Im chilling abroad with a broad thats Bulgarian
With my ************* in her jaws, giving her heart failure
Licking it down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft
I score at will, but when you this fly
Its either limit the sky or the unlimited fall
Feel like Im living the life of the infamous , raw criminal
Whos been spinning inside the mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord
Pure artist, and its for sure, dawg, and-
Chorus: Royce da 59'
You aint gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun
Verse 2: Royce da 59'
God of the semi-automatic
But your ass bet not call me no semi-god
Im sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue
Tall-spending, living large
And this to yall *************s long-winded
Im getting in my car and Im skidding off
Convict of brown bricks and raw
I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down *************t before and now the *************t be more
Cause now your boys sounds just matured
And your *************t for clowns, CB4
I dont know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or
Itd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas
Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
Chorus: Royce da 59'
You aint gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun
Verse 3: Roc Marciano
Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax
Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag
Bagging *************, had a bickering back and forth
This aint badminton
I had to admit, that *************t bad for business
I like em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended
Its clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping
Hopped out the albino rhino
I dont buy no clothes with rhinestones
Im too refined, Im not common folk
Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold
I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you *************s slow
Just dig the hole and dont be difficult
I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked
Chorus: Royce da 59'
You aint gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun
Interlude: DJ Premier
PRhyme, ride out
Chorus: Royce da 59'
You aint gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my mother******* gun