Respect
B.U.G. Mafia Lyrics


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Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't 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 moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York New York ready for the likes of this uh
Then came the worst date May 21st
2:19, that's 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 cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't 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, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to 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

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
Honey's is tantalizin', they freak all night
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin' street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec




Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to B.U.G. Mafia's song Respect paint a vivid picture of the struggles and challenges faced by young people growing up in disadvantaged areas, and the allure of a life of crime and drugs. The first verse talks about the rapper's upbringing and the difficulties his mother faced in giving birth to him. He then describes his experience as a teenager, involved in drug dealing and risking his life on the streets. The verse ends with a call to his peers to learn from his mistakes and "treat life to the best," while remaining cautious and armed in dangerous neighborhoods.


The second verse shows a progression and growth in the rapper's life, as he reflects on the changes he has undergone and the mistakes he has made. He acknowledges his mother's guidance and the importance of respecting oneself and others, even in challenging circumstances. The verse also references Scarface and the character's desire for wealth and power, and the consequences of such ambitions. Finally, the rapper offers a shout-out to his friends and allies, reinforcing the sense of community and solidarity that is often necessary for survival in difficult environments.


Overall, the lyrics of Respect offer a frank and nuanced portrayal of the realities faced by young people growing up in challenging circumstances, as well as the struggles and aspirations that motivate them. Through the use of vivid imagery and personal reflection, B.U.G. Mafia creates a powerful and thought-provoking message that resonates with audiences to this day.


Line by Line Meaning

Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
The date doesn't matter, the singer isn't worried about it


My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Because his mother was late, the singer had to find a way out


Out the skins in this world of fly girls
The singer is attracted to beautiful women


Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
The artist drinks so much that he vomits


Ten months in this gut what the fuck
The artist has spent ten months waiting to be born and is becoming restless


I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
The singer wants to be born and start living his life


wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit
The singer is a talented rapper


New York New York ready for the likes of this uh
The artist feels confident about his music in New York City


Then came the worst date May 21st
The artist's birthdate, which was difficult for his mother


2:19, that's when my momma water burst
The time when the artist was born


No spouse in the house so she rode for self
The singer's mother went to the hospital alone


to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
The mother went to seek medical assistance for the birth


Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
At birth, the singer's umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck


I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
The singer almost died at birth


I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The singer survived and is happy to be alive


The doctor looked and said, 'He's gonna be a Bad Boy'
The doctor was impressed with the artist's spirit and potential


Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
The artist is now a young teenager selling drugs and smoking marijuana to make money


On the drug scene, fuck a football team
The singer has chosen selling drugs over playing sports


Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
By the age of 16, the singer is taking dangerous risks in the drug trade


Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
The artist's coach is disappointed and yelling at him for not pursuing sports


I want to blow up, stack my dough up
The artist wants to be successful and make lots of money


So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
The artist dropped out of school, which negatively affected his life


Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
The singer's mother advised him to be responsible and take care of himself


before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
The artist needs to be careful and respectful to avoid getting himself into trouble


Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
The singer is not willing to give up selling drugs


Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
The singer idolizes the drug lord Scarface and wants to be like him


Rap was secondary, money was necessary
The singer was more focused on making money than pursuing his passion for music


Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
Being in jail was a scary experience for the artist


C74-Mark 8 set me straight
The artist had a realization and changed his ways after being in jail


Not able to move behind the great steel gate
The singer was unable to leave jail and felt trapped


Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
The singer reflects on his mistakes and tries to figure out where he went wrong


All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
The artist spent all his money on bail to get out of jail


Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
By 1994, the artist is moving forward and seeking new opportunities


Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
The artist's mother is happy to see him doing well despite his past mistakes


Honey's is tantalizin', they freak all night
Women are attracted to the singer and want to be with him


Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night
The artist is avoiding the police while engaging in illegal activities


As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
The singer wakes up and realizes that he is no longer the same person he used to be


Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
The singer has grown and evolved from his troubled past


And to my niggas livin' street life
The singer addresses his friends and peers in the criminal world


Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
The artist advises others to live their lives to the fullest and not let stress consume them


Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
The artist warns others to protect themselves and carry a bulletproof vest


In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
The singer believes it's dangerous to be in the streets without a gun


If I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
The singer is involved in illegal activities such as drug dealing


Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
The artist is a skilled hustler and can handle a gun


Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
The artist shows respect to other people in his line of work


To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
The artist is addressing his friends in the illegal world and shooting guns as a sign of respect




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
Written by: HARRY CASEY, HARRY WAYNE CASEY, SEAN COMBS, RICHARD FINCH, RICHARD RAYMOND FINCH, DIANA EUGENA KING, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE

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Rap God

Bravo băieți și eu va multumesc ca existați si ca sunteți niste băieți adevărați. Va multumesc pt ca am avut șansa sa stau langa voi,sa dau mana cu voi si sa fac poze cu voi iar faptul ca dupa concerte stați cu fanii la o bere si ceva vorba arata calitatea voastra de oameni adevărați. Jos palaria Maeștrilor. 😎🎤🔊

iosif maxim

@B.U.G. Mafia va ascult de cand eram adoloscent, si acum la aprope 44 ani. Respect!

B.U.G. Mafia

🙏🙏🙏 Asa fani, asa trupa.

alex Blanariu

Mereu ma ia acea stare pe care mulți o au când ascultă Bug Mafia... Ei Sunt Familia Noastră!
Respect fraților!!❤❤❤💪💪💪

Mila Ivanova

Bravo
Moldova e cu voi

Andrei lupu

🙋

ByteBites

Este un outro de pe primul lor album din 1995.Au decis să pună si primele lor albume pe YouTube.în caz că nu știați sunt piesele vechi. Pace!🖖

Eniko Hoca

@Costi Brâncuși și sa

Marian Stoica

@Lukas Tatae (Tata Vlad) asa avea atunci numele de scena Mr.Juice in anii 90!

Funny România

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