Buju Banton - Rudeboy Salute lyrics

Never jump up in-a mi face cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Terror Squad leader, come down When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection Can't tell me sh** about murder and movin' weight I got n***as that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates 50 n***as of terror, rockin' 560 leathers Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name lives forever Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the f**? Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them, icin' this From the heart of Kingston to the ice of Alaska Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I am di original, f** di impostor Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries I've got to take care of my enemies Don't you oppress, alleviate stress Disrespect [Incomprehensible] wreckless Artillery strapped over my chest Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left Skip and dive, duck like The Matrix From the day I've been born I have been a target Get, get, whenever, whoever disrespect Buju Banton Never, Lord, [Incomprehensible] clever Wanted, make di front page of di [Incomprehensible] Terror Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, hear dis Never jump up in-a mi face cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard? Cause where we at, it's either live or die I seen a n***a sky high from blye cause he thought the sh** was fly I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin' Cause to die is the whole price of nothin' You f**in' with all brothers and Bronx bombers Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone mama Let me find the next muthaf**a Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don Carta And I'ma have to jig a n***a like Shawn Carter What's wrong, partner? Punisher peel your banana, see you manana Leave your mama covered with a white [incomprehensible] That's right, I'ma be there with my guns Blowin' the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta Fat Joe, Terror Squad ma**ive What, what? Murderous, what?