O.C.
Respect Tha Drop
[O.C.]
Blood pulsatin, adrenaline flowin
Full moon at night, on the stoop gettin right
I'll never forget the day before
Son told me to tuck my ice in cause n***as was triflin
We did what he said but the habit in me
Was to show it off, I still let my chain swang free
Not really thinkin 'bout a set up, or even gettin wet up
That summer night from such advice
So I proceed to parlay, like I do in BK
But this wasn't home, and n***as shoulda known
To stay on point, n***as shoulda been on point
And the price paid was lookin down the barrel of a joint
We was dead meat, and them n***as was wolves
But they didn't want our flesh, dem n***as wanted the jewels
It happened so quick, no time to get afraid
First instinct was to run like a slave
Me and Schoolly Boy was boxed in
My man Hugh's a few feet away, with a pound at his face
I looked, son in his eyes cause I know how he is
While the other faggot n***a had the gun in my ribs
I thought - fuck, shit 'bout to get buckwild
Popped off my chain, threw it with a Coke and a smile
Thinkin leave already, but them n***as wasn't done
They went in our pockets for change, numbers and bubblegum
Now - how low can a lowlife get, askin what size are my kicks?
Like I'mma say 8 and shit
To myself I was sayin I'mma MURDER this kid
But thank the Lord they didn't peel back my wig
The jux wasn't longer than a minute to Mush
Then them n***as tried to tell us, do the Carl Lewis
No backshots buddy, I began to walk backwards
And bust my ass, it all happened so fast
He thought I was shot, starin at me in shock
Turned around, them n***as was gone, vanished up the block
There was no escapin what not
With toasters in your face, maintain and respect the drop
Word up
You hear that?