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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Jackson
John Jackson
Composer
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miguel Scott
Miguel Scott
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Recording Engineer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Rico Law
Rico Law
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
First off, I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L
Word to the 'K shells
In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em
Make it sound like helicopters land on top of this bitch
[Verse 2]
You want this whopper, come and get your beef, ****
I'm not a boxer, I'ma be brief, ****
We on top, I will put you underneath ****
We the take-ya-ho tribe and I'm the chief, ****
[Verse 3]
Your highest title, numero uno
I'm not that little pregnant white girl, but Juno
You know anything is in a ****' reach
My dogs'll bite you, and guess who's the ****' leash?
[Verse 4]
I was once told by my **** Meech
You feed a sucka, he just grow to be a bigger leach
So, ****, e'ry time you hear mine
Get your hand to your hairline, general
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch
Sendin' champagne to my enemies
Salute or shoot, you choose, muhfucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes, muhfucka
[Verse 6]
Salute me, salute me
Salute me (Salute me)
Salute or shoot, you choose, muhfucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes, muhfucka
Salute me
[Verse 7]
Uh, now just say hello to the captain
And I stay away from magnets 'cause the metal's what I'm packin'
Bet your brains on your shirt will look like Jell-O on a napkin
And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on the canvas
[Verse 8]
Call me Weezy F. Baby
Young Money army, better yet Navy
Fab, I got 'em
Now watch me get 'em and I do 'em or I did 'em
And this tool inside my denim
I shoot everything but women and kids
[Verse 9]
Bitch ****, stop bitchin', this just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by your ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send a missile by your crib
Shoot you in the stomach, now you pissin' out your ears
[Verse 10]
Hollygrove all day, bodies in the hallway
And if you come searchin', then you findin' out the hard way
Uh, no matter where you from
You better recognize a real **** when you see one
Salute me
[Verse 11]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch
Sendin' champagne to my enemies
Salute or shoot, you choose, muhfucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes, muhfucka
[Verse 12]
Salute me, salute me
Salute me (Salute me)
Salute or shoot, you choose, muhfucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes, muhfucka
Salute me
[Verse 13]
At second thought, I got the heart of a s-s-s-s-soldier
T-t-t-t-told ya I ain't come to play, y'all
My mind has gone AWOL, find it, I will pay y'all
My money is yay tall, okay, y'all
[Verse 14]
Your digit stack is Midget Mac, that means it's gon' stay small
Told them I don't see nobody, I'm a rappin' Ray Charles
I think I need a seein' eye dog
Come to bein' fly, dawg, you ain't seein' I, dawg
[Verse 15]
It's in the air like pollen now, fuck you **** hollerin' out
They said I've been MIA, yeah, bitch, I'm on Collins now
Leaders don't be followin' crowds, general like Colin Powell
War to me's a card game, beef is just a style of cow
[Verse 16]
I'm who make the call, so don't make me get to dialin' out
Nick got that cannon, yeah, and that **** be Wild-N-Out
They ain't ballin', these **** is foulin' out
They ain't throwin' jabs, they just throwin' towels out
[Verse 17]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch
Sendin' champagne to my enemies
Salute or shoot, you choose, muhfucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes, muhfucka
[Verse 18]
Salute me, salute me
Salute me (Salute me)
Salute or shoot, you choose, muhfucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes, muhfucka
Salute me
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., John Jackson
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