Cassidy Salute me Lyrics:
[Nas-Chorus x2]
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 im the mothafucking general yo S goes illin,
swizz beats illin, what more can we say stop
grillin, before you get hit up, shot up good, will
murk you in in ur hood, im al pracinco, naw fa
god, you'll lose ur life wether on the corner or
the club im shootin dice, break my shiper, ima get
at u slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you,
splat ya, to many rappers are jelous, who be gasin
the fellas, but you actin to never so the crack in
the ghetto, went from nasty to exco, back to
nasty, clappin at black heat, none of ya'll are
matchin my level, im the general. [Nas-Chorus x2]
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 im the mothafucking general [Fat Joe]
Now a days im on some mack shit, but i used to be
loyal to tax, cracks a nigga that a soil ur jacks,
feed em with treys the size of light balls, coke
so bright it shine like white gold, and the hoes
they liked Joe even before this rap shit, before
the pasauchy floors and the rows to match it, joes
a bastard, i sell pussy for cheap, make my bitch
walk the strip with no shoes on her feet, dont
front for me, you kids is not ballin, if you is
then why ur wiz on my dick like im jordan?, joes
pausin for no man, with no plans, sick of this rap
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shit, why i listen to slow jams, uma grown man,
the talk of the strip, niggas think im capchild
the way i balls the 5th, dogg use a bitch, im hear
to bring you a muzzle, say a peep and ima bring
you a muzzle, get the point?, general. [Nas-Chorus
x2]
[Cassidy]
Its Cassidy awk get rocked like a boat when you go
fishin, ayo listen, im the general like toes
chicken, im so sickin, you can tell by the
expression on my face that i'll get in that ass
like pepperation H, the weapon on the waist, and i
spray guns off, cuz if its beefs, im on top of it
like A1 sauce, pause, who the truth? ME! who quick
to shoot? ME! my 4 5th got kick like bruce lee,
see ima true G, hotter then soup be, raw like
susi, you gotta salute me, you do C, i'll put in a
order for you, i'll let the water boil, cook a
qaurter to the oil, i had it for sell, and try
faggets to tell, go to jail and start signin like
patty labelle, i aint goin back in the sell, you
rat and you dead, fuck a vest put a bullet proof
hat on ur head, when im clappin the lead i'll
murda a nigga, and if he say not the feds im
servin a nigga, im thirsty for this change playin
games aint a issue you now, a bitch a give you
aids now a days if she kiss you now, i got that
coke and that haze on my grissle now, we goin to
war you gonna need more then a pistol now, they
throwin missles round, you still tryna get a 9?
its the last days end of time, terriost jackin
planes, sendin bombs threw the pentagon, they off
the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad winter
time, so you know they gonna start to rob and
still for a mill when its dinner time, you still
spendin time focusin on dumb shit, on the block
smokin but you broken on some bum shit, wut the
hell, you mise well put a suit and tie on, jump in
a casket and get ur die on
Lyrics: Salute me, Cassidy [end]