Respect My Gee
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Most people would consider this illegal (illegal, illegal, illegal)

[Chorus]
Since we are the best and you agree with me right?
No need to debate, (debate, debate, debate)
The way boss shit
See were kind of like the government,
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate,
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate,
Just respect my conglomerate

It's Bus Rhymes! (Huh!)
And I'm back
With the crack,
And the thugs,
And the drugs, nigga black! (Oh!)
The best to do it we only deal with the facts bitch
Blazing that I'm so amazing on the tracks bitch!
(Bounce on 'em!) And I jump, and I skip
And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (Hey!)
Watch the way I'm coming I'm giving the streets acid
Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics
Drastic measures, I'm spreading like a rash bitch
Class is in session you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked
Emperor, of every round table of the house
(And when I speak)
Niggas respect me as leader of the councilman
God rap, God persona, God-scrilla (Huh!)
God body in the flesh call me Godzilla!
Now you know you see we be the most prominent
Dominant niggas respect my conglomerate
(Ah!)

[Chorus]

I tell 'em, "Hol' up, swoll' up
Yea ain't see us rollin' up"
See them broads froze up, soon do's open up
Hey ladies, you likin' what ya see?
American Gangster, my strap's European
(Yo!) Came wit a scope, got a Navy feel
So I can ambush niggas like the Navy Seals
My defensive line lookin' like some linebackers
Most six cars, the other Hal, car jackers!
Ballers wit them thangs, yeah we call 'em contractors
And if ya in-boys right, then they might contract ya (ha ha)
40 cal lookin' sweet on them honeycomb seats
Just like Cassie, my Sean John freak
Get you what ya want, just not that deep
Yet throteen'll split, got them May-ride seats
Two for the Madonna, the May-ride freak
You know I brought the whole team, so the yay ride deep

[Chorus]

Yeah, uh, yeah, yo
Workers, bosses, Ferrari's, Porches
Dope fiends nauseous, crack spot
Race track, horses, big meetings at the
Round table, to discuss what the cost is
Money, change you, devils, angels
We the ones who say what you can and what you can't do
Respect, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
Don shit, real niggas who I get it on wit
When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable
They all got a-sick with my verses for a month or two
(Uh) Yep, wrong nigga to have a problem with
The blade first, then the bullet gon' follow it
Yeah, if you lucky, I might hollow it
D-Block, just respect my conglomerate





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Busta Rhymes' "Respect My Conglomerate" is all about the group's power and influence in the industry. The song implies that their actions may be seen as illegal by some, but they can get away with it since they're the best at what they do. Hence, the chorus emphasizes the importance of respecting their conglomerate.


Busta, Jadakiss, and Jeezy boast about their skills in the rap game and how they deal with the business. Busta points out that he's the king of classics, and he's spreading like a rash in the industry. He also notes that niggas respect him as the leader of the councilman, and he's like Godzilla in the rap game. Jadakiss, on the other hand, raps about their power and influence that can change people. He also raps about various things like race tracks, horses, and meetings at the round table where they discuss what the cost is. Lastly, Jeezy describes the lifestyle they live as part of their conglomerate, with things like dope fiends, ice garments, and pills.


One interesting fact about the song is that it was released in 2009 as part of Busta Rhymes' album, "Back on My B.S." and was produced by Focus.... Another interesting fact is that it features Jadakiss and Young Jeezy, two well-known rappers who were also part of the industry's top rappers at the time. Additionally, the song was a commercial success, reaching number 98 on the US Billboard Hot 100. "Respect My Conglomerate" was also remixed featuring various artists like Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane, and Jadakiss.


The chords for "Respect My Conglomerate" are unavailable as it is a rap song, and it doesn't use traditional guitar chords or instruments.


Line by Line Meaning

Most people would consider this illegal (illegal, illegal, illegal)
Many would view our actions as illicit or against the law.


Since we are the best and you agree with me right?
Acknowledging our superiority and seeking confirmation from those around us.


No need to debate, (debate, debate, debate)
No point in arguing or discussing further, as our position is already established and unwavering.


The way boss shit
Operating in a manner that exudes power, authority, and control.


See were kind of like the government,
Drawing a comparison to the way in which we operate and exert influence, similar to a ruling body or official institution.


Just respect my conglomerate
Requesting that others acknowledge and honor our group of successful and powerful entities.


It's Bus Rhymes! (Huh!)
Introducing oneself as Busta Rhymes and affirming their presence and importance.


And I'm back With the crack, And the thugs, And the drugs, nigga black! (Oh!)
Announcing one's return to the music scene and association with illegal substances and criminal activity.


The best to do it we only deal with the facts bitch
Boasting about one's quality and precision in their work and their adherence to truth and accuracy.


Blazing that I'm so amazing on the tracks bitch!
Expressing confidence and skill in producing and delivering impressive music.


(Bounce on 'em!) And I jump, and I skip And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics (Hey!)
Emphasizing one's agility and skills in physical movement and metaphorically dominating others.


Watch the way I'm coming I'm giving the streets acid Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics
Asserting dominance and influence in the music industry, shaping the sound of the streets and creating timeless hits.


Drastic measures, I'm spreading like a rash bitch Class is in session you 'bout to get yo' ass kicked
Taking extreme actions to gain and maintain power, and warning others of the consequences of crossing us.


Emperor, of every round table of the house (And when I speak) Niggas respect me as leader of the councilman God rap, God persona, God-scrilla (Huh!) God body in the flesh call me Godzilla!
Illustrating one's undisputed authority and influence among one's peers and fans, characterizing oneself as a powerful figure.


Now you know you see we be the most prominent Dominant niggas respect my conglomerate (Ah!)
Confirming one's status as the most noteworthy and powerful players in the game, demanding respect for one's group of successful entities.


(I tell 'em, "Hol' up, swoll' up Yea ain't see us rollin' up" See them broads froze up, soon do's open up)
Announcing one's arrival and noticing the reactions of others, including women quickly becoming attracted and opening up to the group.


Hey ladies, you likin' what ya see? American Gangster, my strap's European (Yo!) Came wit a scope, got a Navy feel So I can ambush niggas like the Navy Seals
Flaunting one's high-end belongings, including a European firearm with a scope and a Navy-inspired design, capable of taking out enemies with precision.


My defensive line lookin' like some linebackers Most six cars, the other Hal, car jackers!
Drawing a parallel to a defensive football team and boasting about possessing multiple high-end vehicles, with the ability to steal cars.


Ballers wit them thangs, yeah we call 'em contractors And if ya in-boys right, then they might contract ya (ha ha)
Referring to those who run with the group as "contractors" and suggesting that they could potentially bring others into the fold, dependent on certain criteria being met.


40 cal lookin' sweet on them honeycomb seats Just like Cassie, my Sean John freak
Describing a firearm as being appealing while sitting in stylish car seats and referencing a female companion who shares interests in the Sean John clothing brand.


Get you what ya want, just not that deep Yet throteen'll split, got them May-ride seats Two for the Madonna, the May-ride freak You know I brought the whole team, so the yay ride deep
Offering to provide for others' wants and needs, but not delving too deeply into illegal activities, yet bragging about owning Maybach cars and bringing along multiple associates.


Workers, bosses, Ferrari's, Porches Dope fiends nauseous, crack spot Race track, horses, big meetings at the Round table, to discuss what the cost is
Listing off the wide array of individuals, vehicles, and activities associated with the group and hinting at powerful discussions that determine their financial gain and success.


Money, change you, devils, angels We the ones who say what you can and what you can't do Respect, power, kush, sour Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments Don shit, real niggas who I get it on wit
Referencing the transformative power of money, positioning the group as the ultimate decision-makers for others, and listing off drugs, clothes, and weapons as common assets of the group.


When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable They all got a-sick with my verses for a month or two (Uh) Yep, wrong nigga to have a problem with The blade first, then the bullet gon' follow it Yeah, if you lucky, I might hollow it D-Block, just respect my conglomerate
Acknowledging the reservation and envy others may feel around oneself and indicating that they've caused discomfort or sickness through their lyrics. Warning others that they don't want to cross the group, as doing so will lead to violent measures.


[Chorus]
Repeating the refrain, demanding respect for the group and their success.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BERNARD EDWARDS JR., JASON PHILLIPS, JAY JENKINS, TREVOR SMITH

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