(feat. Cassidy, Fat Joe, Nas)

[Swizz]

Remix

[Chorus][Nas]

Now, ^!$$%s salute me, (*##$es salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me

So $#&@ who you are, I'm the mother$#&@ing general
Now, ^!$$%s salute me, (*##$es salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me
So $#&@ who you are, I'm the mother$#&@ing general


[Nas]
Yo Esco illing, Swizz Beatz illing
What more can we say, stop grilling

'Fore you get hit up, shut up good
We'll merc you in your hood
I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life

Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice
Break my cipha, I'm get at you
Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gasing the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from nasty to Esco, back to nasty

Clapping that black heat
None of ya'll are matching my level, I'm the general


[Chorus: Nas]
Now, ^!$$%s salute me, (*##$es salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me
So $#&@ who you are, I'm the mother$#&@ing general
Now, ^!$$%s salute me, (*##$es salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So $#&@ who you are, I'm the mother$#&@ing general


[Fat Joe]
Nowadays I'm on some mack %#@!

But I used to be loyal to tax, cracks
The ^!$$% that would soil-in your jacks
Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs

!@&@e so bright, it shine like white gold
And the hoes love Joe way before this rap %#@!
Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it

Joe's a !@$(, I sell #~!!@ for cheap
Make my (*##$ walk the strip with no shoes on her feet
Don't front for me, you kids is not balling

If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan
Ties swollen for no man with bold plans
Sick of this rap %#@! thats why I listen to slow jams

I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip
^!$$%s think I'm Kev Childs that way I boss this %#@!
Dogs you's a (*##$, I'm here to bring you a muzzle

Saying I'm peeping, I'ma bring you a muzzle
Get the point, General


[Chorus: Nas]
Now, ^!$$%s salute me, (*##$es salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me

You should salute me, They should salute me
So $#&@ who you are, I'm the mother$#&@ing general
Now, ^!$$%s salute me, (*##$es salute me

The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, They should salute me
So $#&@ who you are, I'm the mother$#&@ing general


[Cassidy]
It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing

Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that $$# like preparation H

The weapon the waist and I spray guns off
Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be

Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil
I had it for sell, but ya'll !@$)gots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle

I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did
$#&@ a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head
When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a ^!$$%
And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the ^!$$%
I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now

A (*##$ would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
I got that !@%!e and that haze on my grillizy now
We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine
Uh, its the last days, end of time

The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil when its dinnertime
YOu still spending time focusing on dumb %#@!
On the block smoking, but you broken on some bum%#@!

What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump into a casket and get your die on