Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Respect Da Shield’ by 211. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 211 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You niggas wanna play, mayn?
You niggas wanna war? We’ll take you to war
This tha shield mayn, C T E, mayn
You dunno whatchu fuckin’ wit
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
It’s the shield, who wanna problems wit’ the 4 letters?
Thunder storm on you block give you bad weather
All black hoodie, all black gloves leather
Mossberg hitcha chest, lift you like a feather
And I keep a clip of young truth’s fine
Bustin’ at chya ass like them boys at Blood Dime
Grimin’ wit it, but tha boys stay shine
Baby choppa’ armor to jack it in the line
You gon’ bump and I knock off you face
Witout the clippers, nigga, you can get a fresh fade
You loose lipped niggas finn’ to get buttoned up
The Shield’s here, nigga, time to straighten up
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
I’ma leave that man in abandon buildin’, screamin’ for the Lord
No feet, no hands and includin’ a broken jaw
Dress you like a rapper so you don’t feel left out
On the same shirt, boy, they got Kanye’s chest out
No goofy for the oozi, the semi-auto to MAC 11
A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard
In front of his daughter, his son or his grandpa
Homies in the street deep, lookin’ like a Trump squad
I’ma kill ’em, just gimme the clip
I got blue everywhere like it’s revenge of The Crips
Holes in you body the size of a Bellagio chips
Yeah, Roccett-Locs burner, boy, as hot as it gits
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
Gimme everything, nigga, this 2’11
Run upon ’em, pull the pistol out, my .87
Blood money, yeah, we cashin’ out mills
Disrespect the shield and get killed
Nah, it ain’t a game, dogg, it’s real in the field
X amount of shells pop a nigga like a pill
Top down on the old school ‘Ville
Chromed hunned spokes on the mothafuckin’ wheels
Trapstar, I got work in the area
United Streets, D-Boyz of America
Betcha life dat’ll Mossberg’ll bury you
They gone have to call a coroner to carry you
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin’ hot for you
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for you
U.S.D.A., respect da shield
U.S.D.A., respect da shield