Lyrics Salute Me - Stack Bundles
{It's
still
Riot
or
Diet
Ladies
& Gentleman(Yes
Sir!).
Thes
niggas
actin
like
they
don't
know
where
the
fuck
I'm
from(Who?).
I'm
from
the
other
side,
the
ten
side
and
all
that(Redfern
Ave.
) Riiight...
Yvette's
son,
Ray
Cee
first
born,
You
know
me(What
up
nigga).
M.A.
best
friend,
Bynoe
comrad.
Me
and
Core
been
doin'
this
a
long
time(Yes
Sir).
Still
waitin'
for
Drugz
to
touch
down.
We
are
the
Riot,
but
fuck
with
me...
check
it...
look}
Supposed
to
be
thirty-six,
but
we
only
had
nine
(O's)
Gettin
em'
for
six,
letting
em'
go
for
nine
(900)
That's
three
dollars,
multiply
that
by
nine
That's
twenty
seven
hundred
every
motherfuckin'
time
(Whoo!)
Such
a
hell
of
grind
(Riiight)
Every
nickel
or
dime
Or
nickel
and
dime
Went
to
helpin'
a
nigga
shine
(You
saw
me)
Heated
seats
helpin'
a
nigga
recline
(I
was
leaning)
His
and
hers
nobody
sittin'
behind
(No
room)
Imagine
being
twenty-three
years
old
Coming
through
in
a
drop
Porshe
so
motherfuckin'
cold
(Riiight)
Niggas
know
ya
sold
everything
under
the
sun
(So?)
You
cumfy
in
the
hood
and
ain't
gotta
wear
ya
gun
(Nah)
Ya
do
it
cause
you
used
to,
and
coming
up
from
where
we
from
Hustlers
relate
to
it,
they
know
they
do
it
for
them
(Do
it
for
y'all)
Do
it
for
us,
hustle
among
em'
(Me
too
nigga!)
If
looks
had
killed,
then
ya
eyes
would
of
hung
em'
(Riiight)
But
judging
me
ain't
budging
me
There's
mouths
fed
because
of
me
Alphabet
boys
still
buggin'
me
what
Tryin'
to
keep
em'
off
my
ass
like
my
dungarees
I'm
passing
at
the
top
of
my
class,
Tell
em'
I'm
done
with
D's
(I'm
finished
nigga)
But
niggas
just
don't
get
it'
Like
my
niggaz
behind
the
wall
I
just
don't
visit
(Drugz
I'm
sorry)
I
take
risk
And
take
care
of
nigga
family
(For
real),
But
the
money
just
don't
mean
shit
(So
fuck
it)
I
guess
we
all
selfish
in
our
own
way
I
plan
on
being
wealthy
in
my
old
age
But
I
got
rich
thoughts
and
poor
habbits
Addicted
to
the
money
I'm
no
different
from
the
addicts
(No
Better)
And
I'm
tryin'
to
avoid
the
static
But
niggas
keep
forcing
my
hand
(stop
playin!)
Money
is
nothin',
I
cover
it,
I'll
pay
for
the
flowers
and
the
casket
fam'
Here's
ya
choice
Mob
or
Starve
Riot
or
Diet
Boast
or
be
quiet
Sell
somethin'
or
try
it
(Ya
better)
A
life
costs
less
than
a
hooptie
But
ya
ain't
got
the
strength
to
shoot
me
So
Salute
Me
(C'mon)
Mob
or
Starve
Riot
or
Diet
Boast
or
be
quiet
Sell
somethin'
or
try
it
(Try
it
nigga)
A
life
costs
less
than
a
hooptie
But
ya
ain't
got
the
strength
to
shoot
me
So
Salute
Me
Niggas
is
playin'
with
my
temperment
My
young
boy
would
make
the
hood
so
hot,
Niggas
would
wonder
where
the
winter
went
(Diesel!)
I
ain't
ready
to
take
off
my
scully
(Nah)
Call
me
tommy
bunz,
cause
this
belly
(Chea!)
I
got
my
guns
up,
boxes
of
shells
Would
break
his
jaw
but
I
don't
wanna
Fuck
up
my
nails
(I'm
too
pretty
nigga!)
I
know
that's
making
you
niggas
salt
(Ha
ha
ha)
Niggas
mad
at
me
like
it's
my
fault
(Why?)
Nigga
ya
broke
and
the
hood
won't
miss
you
I'll
shoot
you
in
ya
face
and
bronze
the
pistol
punk
{Fuck
is
wrong
with
ya
niggaz
man,
Stop
playin,
like
like
shut
the
whole
hood
down
nigga}
Here's
ya
choice
Mob
or
Starve
Riot
or
Diet
Boast
or
be
quiet
Sell
somethin'
or
try
it
A
life
costs
less
than
a
hooptie
But
ya
ain't
got
the
strength
to
shoot
me
So
Salute
Me
Mob
or
Starve
Riot
or
Diet
Boast
or
be
quiet
Sell
somethin'
or
try
it
A
life
costs
less
than
a
hooptie
But
ya
ain't
got
the
strength
to
shoot
me
So
Salute
Me
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