Lyrics Salute - Slaughterhouse, Pharoahe Monch

Salute

Fix your motherfuckin face nigga!\nLook at these fuckin chimpanzees\nBunch of fuckin monkeys…\n(Mr. Porter!)\nI been shot, I been stabbed\nI took all that I have to give\nAnd I never ran, never have\nJust so all you niggaz can live\nI never thought there would come a day\nWhen my people would turn me away\nAnd it really tears me apart\nCause I deserve a Purple Heart\nNigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me\nNigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me\nNigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me\nI, I showed you what a soldier’s about, nigga you should salute me\nTypical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it\nThe hood know I’m the dude that governed it\nPaved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen\nAin’t my fault y’all got stuck in it\nLately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me\nthen they hate me; I’m through with shenanigans\nI don’t care if dudes ain’t a fan of him\nCan’t checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin\nTalkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me\nMan they just wan' go somewhere to meet me\nEasy don’t involve cops in it\nGot the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it?\nBitch!\n21 Rugers\nOn the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin\nBloody funds is what murder money becomes\n21 bodies on all 21 guns\nYou from the D and you don’t fuck with me, you lame\nThe streets and the internet fuck with me the same\nSo later for that punk shit\nCause nigga I’ll smoke you, that’s why they say I stay on that blunt shit\nNiggaz’ll spray you up before they wet your lady up\nThen shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up\nAnd I’m in line with the bread\nI hold niggaz down doin time in the feds\nPharoahe talk to 'em\nProperly greet a general\nI’d have to take steps down to be on a pedestal\nI am what the 1−8 after the 7 do\nGive it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you!\nMean it’s terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone’s edible\nNever give somethin that’s not respectable\nNever spit somethin that’s not incredible\nNever sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal\nI done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy\nYou don’t know me, don’t pause me — I’ll throw lead at you\nMean I earned e’ry stripe and you know it\nWhen you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward\nBefore shots land on your head and push it forward\nEastside Long Beach, I’m only pushin four words\nI organize a street massacre\nYou haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya\nOut of town, hundred pound weed trafficker\nGot niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa\nI been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part\nLike my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart\nI kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham\nThey take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow\nWaitin for you to run out and say somethin\nCome out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin\nBloaw! So move now