Herbaliser - Generals lyrics

[Jean Grae] Yeah (What, n***a?) Ladies and Gentlemen Bear witness to the Generals General number one [Verse 1: Trap Clapper] I'm a big gun, R.I.P Big Pun Get your sh** from back to next week Stash it when your pimp come Holy ashes, fool Trap Clapper smash you down to log size f** your girl with my Christmas yule General number one Get beheaded by machetes I cover for fun Ready girl I puncture lungs 830 more than crooked, you ain't worthy f** Kelly, keep my video camera sturdy Dark b**hes from the K30 on it Clapper don't rape girlies Contracts; they sign they name on 'em Fillet 'em well, slice 'em well They be beefin' every week and I don't answer my cell Cause they treat a n***a freak And yo they man don't know Be like, 'Trap, kick his a**!' I be like, 'Hell, oh no!' I don't fight for no b**h, n***a fight for self Mighty Thor fist will split your heart from your self I'll General bomb you off your marker Those ain't trucks, those are made by Tonka (b**h) My ride could park on yours I'll stomp you right through the parking lot floor Cause you're so [Verse 2: Cheech Marina] b**hes ain't gangster Good day miss tenfler ? I can flip both slangs, the word phrase sampler Know me when I say I am the Boston Strangler I can turn into the perfect picture of anger Beantown broad, I be that girl That smokes trees outta bones And b**h then … the moment Just leave me alone with the tv on Cheech Marina The anti-peace-maker, face-beater white chick Three shades paler than most of my people Write my own sh**, you can't say that either, b**h I'm not "Feminem," You'll find an emblem over your tombstone Of my face if you mention him "In Harvard Yard I park my car" Not far from where I learned it I can sh** on these bars And cantankerous words could dribble out of my lips You won't accept me but I bet you take this unused clip b**h [Jean Grae] Alright, alright Trap Clapper Cheech Marina … Beantown, you know how to get down General number three Let's go! [Verse 3: A.K.] I'll bring it n***a, you best'a pick it up I got a trillion drinks, I fi'n to get 'em drunk What you got in your stable? I bet they don't call (out) Hit Patron with Daddy Mills, I'm off the wall f** a … punk, now who you f**in' with? (Ay) I … and then you're drunk I'm gon s** a fifth I shoot a rib off you, I'm no drug dealer I'm a pimp and you can tell by how I … the Generals [Verse 4: Daddy Mills] … tryin' to get me Hand me up so I can get sleep I been encased in the … since my grace fell from the … I'm sorry mama, I know I sinned, right She ain't complain, the tire spin light The tiger plans, the shine's tremendous Ain't never gon' say, "A.K. please end this." It's endless [Jean Grae] Yeah A.K Daddy Mills How we gettin' down? Is it ill yet? Y'all still ain't done? (Generals) Let's go [Verse 5: Private E1/MacGyver] I'm only 12, but I can hold it down for myself The General Private E1, MacGyver I get a gun in my Happy Meal, thank my dad That I can carry Super Soakers in my backpack Filled up with acid—I'm a bad kid Slip razors in my teachers' apples From the rotten apple I'm an eighth grade nightmare Like I care, right, yeah, Jean'll be right there [Verse 6: Jean Grae] You little dummies runnin' scareder than Gregory Han? Prepare to be leveled by enemy mines. I get Blinded by your bullsh**-slinging I'm in the pulpit singing A prayer while I'm banging Duran Duran Homie, you can't hang with Generals Can't bang with veterans Even MacGyver is liver than you If I was you, what then would I do? Prob'ly try to duck and hide from people trying to end my life Man, you're through [Outro]