"Salute Me" lyrics
(feat. Badness & Delusion)
[Ghetts:]
Yeah, salute me
General status, you're men are all majors
So much higher in the ranks
I buss one, buss two, buss three
Why? I'm tied to my shank
And I ain't firing blanks so
I buss four, buss five, buss six
Or, I'm hiring a tank
You ain't got a dime in the bank
It's not funny, wars cost money
You need funding? I know one thing
Me, I got enough to get the gun tings
So who run tings?
I'll be in your house when your mum's in
And if your kid's there too
Oh, well, them man will kidnap the little munchkin
[Badness:]
Don't salute the warriors
We let them niggas [?] warriors
[?] five with us
[?]
[Delusion:]
I'm on an on-sight vibe
Head-top ting
Point blank five
Kill a man before he reach for his side
Two shots, one in his head
One in his chest, bang
Trust me, he won't come out alive
Forgive me if I buss mine or
Mum's life I got a sawn-off
One shot will take your ear and your jaw off
Dun know
Cock back, blow your door off
Boss, general status
One loose strap will have your whole body shaking
I got a five star rating
I'll run up in your bits, two guns up, blazing
Lick down anyone that stands while I'm aiming
Don't care what I'm facing
You better stutter if you see my handgun raising
[Badness:]
Don't salute the warriors
We let them niggas [?] warriors
[?] five with us
[?]
[Ghetts:]
Every MC's got a gun bar
Not every MC's got a gun
But me, I'm strapped like your mum's bra
So, every MC's gotta run
And I got a knife that's dumb sharp
And every MC's got a tongue
So, I tell 'em, "talk up", when I come past
But when they wanna befriend me when I come
But I don't wanna be friends
I'd rather have beef with them
These boys wanna be men
So, I'ma meat cleaver them
Weekday or on a weekend
Me and my machine ain't heat seeking them
Now man are In at the Deep End
Because I'm Rolling Deep again
[Badness:]
Don't salute the warriors
We let them niggas [?] warriors
[?] five with us
[?]
[Outro:]
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
[?]
Yeah, salute me
General status, you're men are all majors
So much higher in the ranks
I buss one, buss two, buss three
Why? I'm tied to my shank
And I ain't firing blanks so
I buss four, buss five, buss six
Or, I'm hiring a tank
You ain't got a dime in the bank
It's not funny, wars cost money
You need funding? I know one thing
Me, I got enough to get the gun tings
So who run tings?
I'll be in your house when your mum's in
And if your kid's there too
Oh, well, them man will kidnap the little munchkin
[Badness:]
Don't salute the warriors
We let them niggas [?] warriors
[?] five with us
[?]
[Delusion:]
I'm on an on-sight vibe
Head-top ting
Point blank five
Kill a man before he reach for his side
Two shots, one in his head
One in his chest, bang
Trust me, he won't come out alive
Forgive me if I buss mine or
Mum's life I got a sawn-off
One shot will take your ear and your jaw off
Dun know
Cock back, blow your door off
Boss, general status
One loose strap will have your whole body shaking
I got a five star rating
I'll run up in your bits, two guns up, blazing
Lick down anyone that stands while I'm aiming
Don't care what I'm facing
You better stutter if you see my handgun raising
[Badness:]
Don't salute the warriors
We let them niggas [?] warriors
[?] five with us
[?]
[Ghetts:]
Every MC's got a gun bar
Not every MC's got a gun
But me, I'm strapped like your mum's bra
So, every MC's gotta run
And I got a knife that's dumb sharp
And every MC's got a tongue
So, I tell 'em, "talk up", when I come past
But when they wanna befriend me when I come
But I don't wanna be friends
I'd rather have beef with them
These boys wanna be men
So, I'ma meat cleaver them
Weekday or on a weekend
Me and my machine ain't heat seeking them
Now man are In at the Deep End
Because I'm Rolling Deep again
[Badness:]
Don't salute the warriors
We let them niggas [?] warriors
[?] five with us
[?]
[Outro:]
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem
[?]
