| First off I’m a motherfuckin'
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| G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells
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| In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em,
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| Make it sound like helicopters land on top of this bitch
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| You want this whopper, come and get yo' beef nigga
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| I’m not a boxer, I’ma be brief nigga
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| We on top, I will put you underneath niggas
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| We will take your whole tribe and I’m the chief nigga
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| Your highest title, numero uno
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| I’m not that little pregnant white girl but Juno,
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| You know, anything is in a nigga reach
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| My dogs will bite you and guess who’s the nigga leash
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| I was once told by my nigga Meech,
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| You feed a sucka, he just grow to be a bigger leach
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| So nigga every time you hear mine
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| Get your hand to your hairline general
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| Yeah, I’m in this bitch,
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| Sendin' champagne to my enemies
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| Salute or shoot, you choose mothafucka,
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| Bow down till your head touch your shoes mothafucka
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| Salute me, salute me, salute me, salute me,
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| Salute or shoot, you choose mothafucka
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| Bow down till your head touch your shoes mothafucka,
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| Salute me Now just say hello to the captain
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| And I stay away from magnets 'cause the metal’s what I’m packin'
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| Bet yo' brains on your shirt will look like Jell-O on a napkin
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| And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on the canvas
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| Call me Weezy, F. Baby
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| Young Money Army, better yet Navy
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| Fab I got 'em
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| And watch me get 'em
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| And I do 'em or I did 'em
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| And this tool inside my denim
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| I shoot everything but women and kids
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| Bitch nigga stop bitchin' this just how it is Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by your ribs
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| You won’t be satisfied till I send a missile by your crib
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| Shoot you in the stomach, now you pissin' out your ears
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| Hollygrove all day
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| Bodies in the hallway
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| And if you come searchin'
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| Then you findin' out the hard way
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| No matter where you from
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| You better recognize a real nigga when you see one
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| Salute me!
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| On second thought, I got the heart of a s-s-s-s-solider
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| I t-t-t-t-told ya I ain’t come to play y’all
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| My mind has gone AWOL
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| Find it I will pay y’all
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| My money is yay tal, l okay y’all?
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| Yo' digit stack is Midget Mack
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| That means it’s gon' stay small
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| Told them I don’t see nobody
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| I’m a rappin' Ray Charles
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| I think I need a seein' eye dog
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| Come to bein' fly dog
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| You ain’t seein' I dog
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| We sittin' here like pollen now
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| Fuck you niggas hollerin' now
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| They said I been M-I-A
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| Yea bitch I’m on columns now
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| Leaders don’t be followin' crowds
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| General like Colin Powell
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| War to me’s a card game
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| Beef is just a style of cow
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| I’m who make the call
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| So don’t make me get to dialin' out
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| Nick got that «cannon», yeah that nigga be Wild 'N' Out
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| They ain’t ballin', these niggas is filin' out
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| They ain’t throwin' jabs, they just throwin' towels out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salute , by - Fabolous. Song from the album Loso's Way, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп