Текст песни Salute - Slaughterhouse , Pharoahe Monch
Fix
your
motherfuckin
face
nigga!
Look
at
these
fuckin
chimpanzees
Bunch
of
fuckin
monkeys...
(Mr.
Porter!)
I
been
shot,
I
been
stabbed
I
took
all
that
I
have
to
give
And
I
never
ran,
never
have
Just
so
all
you
niggaz
can
live
I
never
thought
there
would
come
a
day
When
my
people
would
turn
me
away
And
it
really
tears
me
apart
Cause
I
deserve
a
Purple
Heart
Nigga
you
should
salute
me,
nigga
you
should
salute
me
Nigga
you
should
salute
me,
nigga
you
should
salute
me
Nigga
you
should
salute
me,
nigga
you
should
salute
me
I,
I
showed
you
what
a
soldier′s
about,
nigga
you
should
salute
me
Typical
Joe
Budden
shit,
ridiculed
and
lovin
it
The
hood
know
I'm
the
dude
that
governed
it
Paved
the
way
for
my
sons,
laid
down
the
cement
for
my
semen
Ain′t
my
fault
y'all
got
stuck
in
it
Lately,
it
change
like
the
weather,
one
minute
they
love
me
Then
they
hate
me;
I'm
through
with
shenanigans
I
don′t
care
if
dudes
ain′t
a
fan
of
him
Can't
checkmate
a
8-figure
nigga
with
the
moves
of
a
mannequin
Talkin
′bout
they
wan'
go
somewhere
to
meet
me
Man
they
just
wan′
go
somewhere
to
meet
me
Easy
don't
involve
cops
in
it
Got
the
key
to
my
city,
how
the
FUCK
you
think
you
got
locked
in
it?
Bitch!
21
Rugers
On
the
hip
of
21
goons,
21-gun
salutin
Bloody
funds
is
what
murder
money
becomes
21
bodies
on
all
21
guns
You
from
the
D
and
you
don′t
fuck
with
me,
you
lame
The
streets
and
the
internet
fuck
with
me
the
same
So
later
for
that
punk
shit
Cause
nigga
I'll
smoke
you,
that's
why
they
say
I
stay
on
that
blunt
shit
Niggaz′ll
spray
you
up
before
they
wet
your
lady
up
Then
shoot
the
baby
bassinet
to
shut
your
baby
up
And
I′m
in
line
with
the
bread
I
hold
niggaz
down
doin
time
in
the
feds
Pharoahe
talk
to
'em
Properly
greet
a
general
I′d
have
to
take
steps
down
to
be
on
a
pedestal
I
am
what
the
1-8
after
the
7 do
Give
it
my
all
but
you
want
more,
you
lil'
beggar
you!
Mean
it′s
terrible,
I
showed
hip-hop
anyone's
edible
Never
give
somethin
that′s
not
respectable
Never
spit
somethin
that's
not
incredible
Never
sold
my
soul
for
numbers
left
of
the
decimal
I
done
fucked
up
movements
like
cerebral
palsy
You
don't
know
me,
don′t
pause
me
- I′ll
throw
lead
at
you
Mean
I
earned
e'ry
stripe
and
you
know
it
When
you
see
me
put
yo′
hand
on
yo'
head
and
push
it
forward
Before
shots
land
on
your
head
and
push
it
forward
Eastside
Long
Beach,
I′m
only
pushin
four
words
I
organize
a
street
massacre
You
haters
know
I
broke
bread
with
at
least
half
of
ya
Out
of
town,
hundred
pound
weed
trafficker
Got
niggaz
rockin
Long
Beach
fitteds
in
East
Africa
I
been
stabbed,
I
been
shot,
a
imperfect
part
Like
my
Grape
Street
niggaz
I
got
a
Purple
Heart
I
kill
your
bitch
at
the
beauty
salon
on
Windham
They
take
a
nap
on
your
lawn
on
a
Louis
Vuitton
pillow
Waitin
for
you
to
run
out
and
say
somethin
Come
out
your
face
frontin,
dumb
out
and
spray
somethin
Bloaw!
So
move
now
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1 Pray (It's A Shame)
2 The Phone Call (skit)
3 The Phone Call 2 - Skit
4 Sound Off
5 Lyrical Murderers
6 Microphone
7 Not Tonight
8 The One
9 In The Mind Of Madness (skit)
10 Cuckoo
11 Onslaught 2
12 Cut You Loose
13 Salute
14 Rain Drops
15 Killaz
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