Respect
G.I.D Lyrics
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Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
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"
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
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 ain't 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
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Watch mi respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
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 trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC
Respect to the Mack's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Watch mi respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Jah
Have mercy
The gunman inna di party
And everybody feel irie
And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me
Have mercy
The wul ah we in ah di party
And everybody look irie
Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
Do it!
No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
Cuh we nuh watch nuhtin to say or see
Hardcore ting we ah deal with
Oh yes, we are the best
No other guy cyaan
Say it mami, damn, why you actin' like that man?
'Cause I don't be doin' this
I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'
It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying
But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this
I'm just sayin' mami, jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy
Just a little peck
Like that?
That's what I'm sayin', yeah
You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that
Whatever bitch, damnit
The lyrics of "Respect" by GID feature a complex and often controversial narrative about gun violence and street life. The song urges respect for "gunmen," who are essentially young men engaged in violent and criminal activity. The lyrics suggest that in certain contexts, such individuals deserve respect and honor, particularly when they are loyal to their friends and refuse to become "informers". The song also references the artist's personal journey from a troubled and rebellious youth to the mature and responsible adult he has become.
The lyrics of "Respect" reflect the harsh realities of life in inner-city neighborhoods, where gang violence and drug-related crime are all too common. The artist seems to be acknowledging the deep-seated social and economic problems that fuel such behavior, while simultaneously glorifying the violent and criminal lifestyles of those who engage in it. This ambiguity has created controversy around the song, with some critics arguing that it promotes a dangerous and destructive worldview.
Overall, the lyrics of "Respect" are complex and controversial, but they do offer some insight into the deep-rooted social and economic problems that drive gang violence and related criminal activity in inner-city neighborhoods. While the song does not offer any clear solutions to these problems, it does underscore the importance of respecting the loyalty and brotherhood that can emerge from such environments.
Line by Line Meaning
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Let's not applaud our violent criminals
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
This was 1994 when the police could shoot to kill and get away with it
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Don't let weak people have access to weapons
Watch this, lawd
Bear witness to this, God
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
I give recognition to all the violent criminals
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Criminals only associate with other criminals
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
I condemn and wish harm to all the people who inform to the police
Informer lone keep informer friend
People who inform to the police take care of each other
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
I don't remember the exact year, but it was a long time ago
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
My mother was late to pick me up so I had to make my own way home
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
I have sex with lots of attractive women
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
I drink Tanqueray and Hennessy until I vomit
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I spent a long time in my mother’s womb
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
I wish my mother would have given birth to me sooner
Wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit
I was a young rapper performing aggressively
New York New York ready for the likes of this uh
The city of New York was prepared for my music style
Then came the worst date May 21st
May 21st is a significant and tragic date in the artist's life
2:19, that's when my momma water burst
At 2:19, my mother's water broke and she went into labor
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
My mother went to the hospital alone
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
My mother went to the hospital seeking medical assistance
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
I was struggling to breathe and feared for my life right after birth
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
Despite the difficult birth, I survived and bring happiness
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
The doctor predicted that I would be a troublemaker
Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
As a young teen, I am smoking marijuana and making money
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
I am more interested in drug dealing than playing sports
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
I am exposing myself to serious health risks at a young age
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I mean
Hearing coaches yell is not my life's ambition
I want to blow up, stack my dough up
I want to become wealthy and successful
So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
Skipping school negatively affected my career
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
My mother advised me to mature and take responsibility for my actions
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
I need to correct my behavior before I ruin my own reputation
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
I cannot give up drugs even if it is in my best interest
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
I aspire to be like the movie character Scarface and dominate New York
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
I prioritize making money over my music career
Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
Being arrested and imprisoned was a frightening experience
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
This correctional facility helped me change my ways
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Being incarcerated limited my freedom and mobility
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
Imprisonment made me reflect on my past mistakes
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
All the money I saved was spent on bail
Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
In 1994, I began to embark on new opportunities
Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
My mother is happy to see me changed and doing well
Honey's is tantalizin', they freak all night
Women are enticing and enjoy sexual activities
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night
Avoiding the police while performing criminal activities
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
I recognize that I have transformed and matured
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
I am no longer the same out of control young man involved in crime
And to my niggas livin' street life
To my friends involved in the criminal underworld
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Life is valuable and should be treated as such, do not stress
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
Keep wearing a bulletproof vest, danger is still present
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
You are making a mistake by going outside without a firearm
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
If I am intoxicated on the subway with marijuana
Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC
I am an experienced criminal with a silenced firearm
Respect to the Mack's and the Ac's
I show admiration to other popular criminals
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
I shout out to women driving Jeeps and my associates
Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
This is collaboration with Jamaican musician Diana King and myself
In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Jah
A reference to collaborating with Notorious B.I.G.
Have mercy
A plea for mercy in general
The gunman inna di party
There are armed criminals at the party
And everybody feel irie
Everyone is feeling good despite the dangerous atmosphere
And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me
Everyone is following me to the next activity
The wul ah we in ah di party
All of us are at the party
And everybody look irie
Everyone appears to be happy
Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
The men look handsome and attractive
Do it!
An encouraging statement for everyone to continue having a good time
No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
There is no forgiveness for those who boast about their wrongdoing
Cuh we nuh watch nuhtin to say or see
We do not care what anyone has to say or do
Hardcore ting we ah deal with
We are involved in serious, intense activities
Oh yes, we are the best
We are the most skilled and successful
No other guy cyaan
No one else can match our abilities
Say it mami, damn, why you actin' like that man?
Asking why the woman is acting distant or difficult
'Cause I don't be doin' this
She explains that she is not interested in the current situation
I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'
The man tries to reassure her that it is not a big deal
It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying
The man implies that this is simply a normal part of their sexual experiences
But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this
She reminds him that she is uncomfortable and inexperienced in this situation
I'm just sayin' mami, jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy
The man continues to push for sexual contact, asking for a small gesture as a sign of affection
Just a little peck
Asking for a small kiss
Like that?
She questions his intentions and whether he is serious
That's what I'm sayin', yeah
He confirms his desire for a kiss
You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that
She reminds him that she is not accustomed to this behavior
Whatever bitch, damnit
He responds rudely, expressing frustration that she is not complying with his request
Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9
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