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Salute Part II
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Yeah, they talkin' about rap, we don't rap
It's not about rap, we livin' it what they talkin' about
It's not about causin', doin' what you
Read about in newspapers and magazines
It's here, it's reality
This is our form of nature, this how we live
(Salute, salute)
Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we birthed all of that
Knocked up the game and cold broke it's back
Gang Starr, with Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, Big Scoob and Big Gats
You didn't whip it right, so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they wanna stick up the place
Word to hip-hop, plus a crib that slays
Primo's breaks, activate the mental to soar
We got credentials galore, fuck a small venue tour
Yet still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slingin', innocent get hit by stray shots
And brave cops protect the community
While corrupt cops be harassin' you and me
Pullin' me over in front of the crib
In front of my neighbors, askin' for favors
Here's a cassette and why you question my behavior?
Pursuin' me, tryna catch me off guard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't care what these beats might do
We'll son you, plus I see right through
It's what it means to me and M.O.P. just to get a rep, nigga
You best to step, nigga, salute
"Holdin' it down" "Phony-ass rappers"
"I'm dead serious" "Finish him"
"Is this hip hop?" "Hell no, this is war"
"Heavy artillery in my vicinity"
"Holdin' it down" "Phony-ass rappers"
"I'm dead serious" "Finish him"
"Is this hip hop?" "Hell no, this is war"
"M.O.P."
Ayo, the game is called survival (Survival)
I admit, as a soldier, I done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I wouldn't have had to do the shit I had to do
It's true, I would jump up in a Bama
And travel miles of road to unload this hammer
And I notice colors when they glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I won't stress to blazin'
But I would think about what size slug best fit the occasion
(It's so amazin') That it never worry me
Pop shit like Wendy Williams 'til you fuckers bury me
(Who we be?) What, what's wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come on, nigga
(Ain't nothin' cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the First Family thugs, salute
"Holdin' it down" "Phony-ass rappers"
"Yeah, I'm dead serious" "Finish him"
"Is this hip hop?" "Hell no, this is war"
"Yeah" "Heavy artillery in my vicinity" (Come on)
"Holdin' it down" "Phony-ass rappers"
"I'm dead serious" "Finish him"
"Is this hip hop?" "Hell no, this is war"
"Heavy artillery"
Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn), hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hip-hop and shit
Makin' words rhyme at the same time poppin' shit
I used to go to jams and drop grammar
Before I left, niggas told me, "Boy, take your hammer"
Sure enough, shit got rowdy (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
Only if I'm gettin' paid (That's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the trade
I'll snatch a mic, turn it out back
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin' up your shoes and your outfit
I be the Brownsville slugger, signin' out
Act like you know what I'm about, salute
"Holdin' it down" "Phony-ass rappers"
"I'm dead serious" "Finish him"
"Is this hip hop?" "Hell no, this is war"
"Heavy artillery in my vicinity"
"Holdin' it down" "Phony-ass rappers"
"I'm dead serious" "Finish him"
"Is this hip hop?" "Hell no, this is war"
"Heavy artillery in my vicinity"
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"Holdin' it down"
"Holdin' it down"
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