Respect
G.I.D Lyrics


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No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
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
Informer lone keep informer friend

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

Overall Meaning

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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