Crooked I - Salute lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent sample] Fix your motherf**in face n***a! Look at these f**in chimpanzees Bunch of f**in monkeys... (Mr. Porter!) [Hook: Pharoahe Monch] I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have Just so all you n***as 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 n***a you should salute me, n***a you should salute me n***a you should salute me, n***a you should salute me n***a you should salute me, n***a you should salute me I, I showed you what a soldier's about, n***a you should salute me [Joe Budden] Typical Joe Budden sh**, 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 n***a 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 fu*k you think you got locked in it? b**h! [Royce Da 5'9"] 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 f** with me, you lame The streets and the internet f** with me the same So later for that punk sh** Cause n***a I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt sh** n***as'll spray you up before they wet your lady up Then shoot the baby ba**inet to shut your baby up And I'm in line with the bread I hold n***as down doin time in the feds Pharoahe talk to 'em [Hook] [Joell Ortiz] 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 f**ed up movements like cerebral palsy You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you Mean I earned every stripe and you know it When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward [Crooked I] Before shots land on your head and push it forward Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four words I organize a street ma**acre You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker Got n***as rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part Like my Grape Street n***as I got a Purple Heart I k** your b**h 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 [Hook]