You respect the victim I respect the shooter
Separate the winners from the losers
He doesn’t respect the guy who got murked, because he was probably some snitch up to no good.
The shooter on the other hand is the man who holds the power in DZA’s native Harlem. This line could be seen as a commentary on the mindstate ingrained in Harlem’s youth as they grow up, which goes something like:
You’re either a winner, or a loser. Win at all costs.
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