Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Notorious B I G - Respect ------------------------------------------ [Verse 1:] Nineteen-seventy somethinī, nigga I donīt sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish momsīd hurry up so I could get buck wild, juvenile rippinī mics and shit New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, thatīs when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cordīs wrapped around my neck Iīm seeinī my death and I ainīt even took my first step I made it out, Iīm bringinī mad joy The doctor looked and said, "Heīs gonna be a Bad Boy" [Verse 2:] Now Iīm thirteen, smokinī blunts, makinī cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Riskinī ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearinī the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school I didnīt show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldnīt see it Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Verse 3:] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, thatīs surprisinī Honeys is tantalizinī, they freak all night Peep duckinī cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizinī I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas livinī street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippinī In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga youīre slippinī If Iīm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec Respect to the Macīs and the Acīs To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps