Salute Part Ii Lyrics

Salute Part Ii lyrics

Yeah, they talkin about rap."   

 	"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.   

 It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine.  Its  

 hear its reality, this is our nature.  Its how we live." 

  

 [Guru] 

  

 Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that 

 Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat 

 Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap 

 Word to Laze, big schools and big gats 

 You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace 

 Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place 

 Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced 

 Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all 

 We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour 

 Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots 

 Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots 

 And brave cops, protect the community 

 While corrupt cops, be harrasing 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? 

 Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard 

 I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars 

 I don't care what these beats my do 

 We'll sun you, plus I see right through 

 Its way it means to me and M.O.P. 

 Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute! 

  

 Chorus: 

  

 Holdin it down ----> Billy Danze 

 Phony ass rappers ----> Guru 

 Dead serious ----> ??  

 Finish em ----> Lil' Fame 

 (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war ----> Billy Danze 

 Heavy artillery, in my vicinty ----> Lil' Fame 

 *repeat, change 5th line to: M.O.P.* 

  

 [Billy Danze] 

  

 Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit 

 As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit 

 To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you 

 But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do 

 It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma 

 And travle 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 the blazin 

 But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion 

 (It's so amazin) ???? pop shit 

 Like Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me 

 (Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga? 

 (First Family) Come, come on, nigga! 

 (Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot 

 For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute! 

  

 Chorus 

  

 [Lil' Fame] 

  

 Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this 

 M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous 

 Thugs that got love for this hiphop 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 nuff, shit got rowdy 

 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 snatch a mic, turn it out, bad 

 Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit 

 I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out) 

 Act like you know what I'm about, Salute! 

  

 Chorus 

  

 *Premier scratches to fade