Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salute, artist - Slaughterhouse. Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Salute |
| Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! |
| Look at these fuckin chimpanzees |
| Bunch of fuckin monkeys… |
| (Mr. Porter!) |
| I been shot, I been stabbed |
| I took all that I have to give |
| And I never ran, never have |
| Just so all you niggaz can live |
| I never thought there would come a day |
| When my people would turn me away |
| And it really tears me apart |
| Cause I deserve a Purple Heart |
| Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me |
| Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me |
| Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me |
| I, I showed you what a soldier’s about, nigga you should salute me |
| Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it |
| The hood know I’m the dude that governed it |
| Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen |
| Ain’t my fault y’all got stuck in it |
| Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me |
| then they hate me; |
| I’m through with shenanigans |
| I don’t care if dudes ain’t a fan of him |
| Can’t checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin |
| Talkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me |
| Man they just wan' go somewhere to meet me |
| Easy don’t involve cops in it |
| Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it? |
| Bitch! |
| 21 Rugers |
| On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin |
| Bloody funds is what murder money becomes |
| 21 bodies on all 21 guns |
| You from the D and you don’t fuck with me, you lame |
| The streets and the internet fuck with me the same |
| So later for that punk shit |
| Cause nigga I’ll smoke you, that’s why they say I stay on that blunt shit |
| Niggaz’ll spray you up before they wet your lady up |
| Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up |
| And I’m in line with the bread |
| I hold niggaz down doin time in the feds |
| Pharoahe talk to 'em |
| Properly greet a general |
| I’d have to take steps down to be on a pedestal |
| I am what the 1−8 after the 7 do |
| Give it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you! |
| Mean it’s terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone’s edible |
| Never give somethin that’s not respectable |
| Never spit somethin that’s not incredible |
| Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal |
| I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy |
| You don’t know me, don’t pause me — I’ll throw lead at you |
| Mean I earned e’ry stripe and you know it |
| When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward |
| Before shots land on your head and push it forward |
| Eastside Long Beach, I’m only pushin four words |
| I organize a street massacre |
| You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya |
| Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker |
| Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa |
| I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part |
| Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart |
| I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham |
| They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow |
| Waitin for you to run out and say somethin |
| Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin |
| Bloaw! |
| So move now |