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Nas, Fat Joe & Cassidy - Salute Me (Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Performer
Cassidy
Cassidy
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Programming
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Steve Conover
Steve Conover
Engineer
Kevin Wilson
Kevin Wilson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now **** 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 motherfuckin' general
**** 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 motherfuckin' general
[Verse 2]
Yo, Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
What more can we say? Stop grillin'
'Fore you get hit up, shot up good
We'll murk you in your hood
I'm Al Pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life
Whether on the corners or clubs, I'm shootin' dice
Break my cypher, I'ma get at you
Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splat ya
Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassin' the fellows?
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from Nasty to Esco' back to Nasty
Clappin' that black heat
None of y'all are matchin' my level, I'm the general
[Verse 3]
**** 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 motherfuckin' general
**** 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 motherfuckin' general
[Verse 4]
Nowadays I'm on some mack shit
But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
The **** that'll soil you in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of lightbulbs
Coke so bright, it shine like white gold
And the hoes like 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 ballin'
If you is, then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan?
Time's pausin' for no man with bold plans
Sick of this rap shit, that's why I listen to slow jams
I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
**** think I'm Kev Childs, the way I boss the fifth
Dawgs, you's a bitch, I'm here to bring you a muzzle
Say I'm peepin', I'ma bring you a muzzle
Get the point, General
[Verse 5]
**** 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 motherfuckin' general
**** 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 motherfuckin' general
[Verse 6]
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 on the waist, and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's beef, I'ma on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who the truth? (Me) Who 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 a quarter into the oil
I had it for sell, but y'all faggots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle
I ain't goin' back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bulletproof hat on your head
[Verse 7]
When I'm clappin' the lead, I'll murder a ****
And if he say he not the feds, then I'm servin' the ****
I'm thirsty for this change, playin' 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 ?????? now
We goin' to war, you gon' need more than a pistol now
They throwin' missiles round, you still tryna get a .9
It's the last days, end of time
The terrorists jackin' planes, sendin' bombs to the Pentagon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a meal when it's dinnertime
You still spendin' time focusin' on dumb shit
On the block smokin', but you broke and on some bum shit
What the hell? You might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump in a casket and get your die on
Written by: Barry A. Reese, Joseph Cartagena, Kasseem Dean, Nasir Jones
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