Don't Disrespect My Mind - Baby Bash

Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston 
Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt 
Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows 
I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive 
I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz 
Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start 
I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty 
I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried 
Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home 
It aint much, but its something I can call my own 
I go to war at any times, at any place 
Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face 
I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry 
What the fuck you on my block, if you aint cool with me 
You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind 
I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime 
On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life 
Low G, now I got to earn another stripe 
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car 
Ghetto clothes, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far 

[Chorus: repeat 8X] 
Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika 

[Baby Bash] 
A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot's gon' be a faggot 
But if they want some static, I got an automatic 
This automatic, if I grab it 
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc 
Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket 
Looked at the wounded and all the graphic 
The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic 
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget 
And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit 
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it 
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited 
My trigga finger get itchy, like I was +Lionel Richie+ 
A +Commodore+, when I go to war 
so get down so I can touch you quickly 
No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot 
You fuckin punk, that's why I don't fuck with you 
Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted 
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it 
Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions 
So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' 

[Chorus]