Vídeo musical
Salute U
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lloyd Banks
Stimme und Gesang
Young Buck
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter:in
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter:in
David Brown
Songwriter:in
John Eugenio
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
7th emp
Produzent:in
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Mischtechniker:in
Josh McDonnel
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any **** tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do
****, we'll kill you
[Verse 2]
I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, ****, mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing 50, 'cause them **** all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam, boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only **** that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the General, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and **** all that, Buck
[Verse 3]
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any **** tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do
****, we'll kill you
[Verse 4]
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any **** tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do
****, we'll kill you
[Verse 5]
Look, ****, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
****, I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't try'ta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I flagrant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got **** running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you there to coach 'em?
There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These **** really want war, 'cause if so
Put on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say "Yes"
[Verse 6]
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any **** tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do
****, we'll kill you
[Verse 7]
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any **** tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do
****, we'll kill you
Written by: Christopher Lloyd, Curtis Jackson, David Brown, John Eugenio
