The General (Salute Me)

Yo man, it's a real game out here man
Know what I'm saying Nas?
Beats back in effect man
Swizz Beatz the monster (what's poppin'?)
Get in line, everybody get in line
Listen the fuck up, to what's going down
Pay attention, aight?

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfucking general
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfucking general

When I walk through everything stops, silence
Remain quiet, babies don't cry thugs don't buss
Cops cut off sirens, oxygen freeze
Noises to a minimum nigga, I pop and I squeeze
I represent the pain and struggle
Cut out your eyeballs then brain-fuck you
Yo you testing with death
I'm confronting the justice, expressing my voice to the public
They got to free some brothers or we kidnap the judges
They got to free some sisters or we kidnap the judges
They got to beat the system that's enslaving the poor
Our practicing, gun rages, they Rs and .44s
Many fought teams and for green this is war
This is life and I'm the hardest, got ya label all scared
Calling up the radio, don't want my records to air
Y'all ain't playing fair, to every rapper in the game
I'm coming for y'all blood, make room for the king Nas

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfucking general
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfucking general

I'm the leader, that's it, nobody higher
Nobody touching my crown, nobody dying
Nobody smoother, harder, tougher, believe it
I'm much more smarter, much more strategic
Scholarships and hollow tips, a lot of walking caskets
They talk a good one but there's never no action
And I'm the type to poison ya sister, twist her
Through wit' her put the gun in your face and make you hit her
Make you quiver when they silhouette of a Don, Benson
Light up a Cuban, recite a few psalms
Enlighten you quick, teach you how a king wins wars
Keep your ears to the street, love your enemies more
'Cause hate can frustrate, and confuse
Too eager you lose, patience, plan your attack then you move – ghetto
Green Berets, got freaks got hoes
Who be jumping out of moving cars and land at my feet – because

Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfucking general
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who you are
I'm the motherfucking general

Uh, Nas
Know what I'm sayin'?
Last year I had to smack niggas up
And this year I'm 'a have to smack a whole lot of motherfuckers up again
Know why?
Cause I'm the motherfucking general
Ya'll niggas see it, it's all in the streets
Ya man know it, ya girl know it
Ya moms know it, ya pops know it, the world know it
The motherfucking general
Get high, get ya drink on, relax
Why? Cause I'm the motherfucking general