Uhh, uhh GET, THE, FUCK, UP! [Chorus: Lil' Fame] SALUTE A G WHEN YOU SEE ONE Put fo' fingers up to ya fo'head, and tuck in ya thumb SALUTE A G WHEN YOU
know that Lil Twist been a pro way before Romo or T.O no wetting cowboys to a piston A.I no wallace your kids getting demolished I?m booking on your suckers
You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click
[Verse 1 - 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
, yay Will you be my G.I. Joe? In the boot camp of my soul In my boots I've dugged a hole And see I'm a P.O.W. whore Bow my head and salute the crowd
bust that ass Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slammed body in the g-y-m, g-y-n' Love doctor in the hood,
Yeah Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute I got a ride You got a ride We got a ride that hit up from both sides (X 1.5) Yo it's the way of the world right
a new toy so I wonder how good I'm not enjoying life I'm re-living my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond M
stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny dew Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S.
it flagrant O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit, life's a bitch I'ma take her on an expensive
, but I'm a lifer A camouflage sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya I'm a N O nigga L I M I T soldier I'm a N O nigga L I M I T soldier Gotti
Master P, KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD
's a rude boy awakening M.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, holla at me nigga I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stance Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass
that ass on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, proclamation Constitutional rights, the last generation Your facin', M.O.P., O.G.'s, flippin' this track with O
twenty gram shorter M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggaz Faces Of Death manslaughter, liver than camcorder My salutants polluting this, quick to shoot
green on my bub (All right) But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her (Aha) Everyday I'm poppin' a tab and pullin' a sticker (Uhh) Everyday I'm
- Roscoe P. Coldchain] You either salute deaf cause you looked at Thats what a old G told me That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact And if
