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Salute Lyrics - Loso's Way - Fabolous

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 

You want this whopper, come and get yo' beef nigga 

I'm not a boxer, I'ma be brief nigga 

We on top, I will put you underneath niggas 

We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga 

Your highest title, numero uno 

I'm not that little pregnant white girl but Juno, 

You know, anything is in a nigga reach 

My dogs will bite you and guess who's the nigga leash 

I was once told by my nigga Meech, 

You feed a sucka, he just grow to be a bigger leach 

So nigga every time you hear mine 

Get your hand to your hairline general 

 

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Yeah, I'm in this bitch, 

Sendin' champagne to my enemies 

Salute or shoot, you choose mothafucka, 

Bow down till your head touch your shoes mothafucka 

Salute me, salute me, salute me, salute me, 

Salute or shoot, you choose mothafucka 

Bow down till your head touch your shoes mothafucka, 

Salute me 

 

Now just say hello to the captain 

And I stay away from magnets 'cause the metal's what I'm packin' 

Bet yo' brains on your shirt will look like Jell-O on a napkin 

And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on the canvas 

Call me Weezy, F. Baby 

Young Money Army, better yet Navy 

Fab I got 'em 

And 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 

Bitch nigga 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 

 

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Shoot you in the stomach, now you pissin' out your ears 

Hollygrove all day 

Bodies in the hallway 

And if you come searchin' 

Then you findin' out the hard way 

No matter where you from 

You better recognize a real nigga when you see one 

Salute me! 

 

On second thought, I got the heart of a s-s-s-s-solider 

I 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 tal, l okay y'all? 

Yo' digit stack is Midget Mack 

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 dog 

You ain't seein' I dog 

We sittin' here like pollen now 

Fuck you niggas hollerin' now 

They said I been M-I-A 

Yea bitch I'm on columns 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 

I'm who make the call 

So don't make me get to dialin' out 

Nick got that "cannon", yeah that nigga be Wild 'N' Out 

They ain't ballin', these niggas is filin' out 

They ain't throwin' jabs, they just throwin' towels out 

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