Swizz Beatz - Salute Me (The General Remix) (feat. Cassidy, Fat Joe and Nas) Lyrics lyrics

rate me

[Swizz]

Remix

[Chorus: Nas]

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me

So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfucking general

[Nas]

Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing

What more can we say, stop grilling

'Fore you get hit up, shut up good

We'll merc you in your hood

I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life

Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice

Break my cipha, I'm get at you

Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gasing the fellows

Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto

Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty

Clapping that black heat

None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general

[Chorus: Nas]

[Fat Joe]

Nowadays I'm on some mack shit

But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks

The nigga that would soil-in your jacks

Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs

Coke so bright, it shine like white gold

And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit

Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it

Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap

Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet

Don't front for me, you kids is not balling

If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan

Ties swollen for no man with bold plans

Sick of this rap shit thats why I listen to slow jams

I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip

Niggas think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this shit

Dogs you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle

Saying I'm peeping, I'ma bring you a muzzle

Get the point, General

[Chorus: Nas]

[Cassidy]

It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing

Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken

I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face

That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon the waist and I spray guns off

Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce

Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)

My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee

See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be

Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me

You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you

I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil

I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell

Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle

I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did

Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head

When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga

And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga

I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now

A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now

I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now

We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now

They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine

Uh, its the last days, end of time

The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon

They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime

So you know they gonna start to rob

And steal for a mil when its dinnertime

YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit

On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit

What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on

Jump into a casket and get your die on