Vinny Idol - 5 Star General lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Idol [?] You know Some of y'all n***as is working on 3 stripes and all that I'm working with 5 stars, b**h n***as see me and salute What do they do when they see you? Ask yourself [Verse 1: Styles P] This is for the n***a that decided to move weight Got knocked, now he rhyming on the gate sh**, you know the slum of snitches hung up decided the n***a's fate [?] He a 5 star general, salute him Cops wanna lock him up, n***as wanna shoot him If you on his block, then he think you intruding Knife fight, gun fight, f** it, he a hoodlum You don't think he do it, then I bet you he gon' prove it Gun, he gon' shoot it Coke, he gon' move it f** with his man or his fam, he gon' lose it Sitting in his whip, lighting cheese, just knocking his own music You know the game, if you got a little ghetto in you Tryna get cash, and them n***as'll put the metal in you sh** You could say I'm befriending you Tryna give you the scoop on the 5 star general [Hook: Styles P] 1 star 2 star 3 star 4 star 5 star general 5 star general Go hard Grind hard Born hard Bred hard 5 star general 5 star general [Verse 2: Styles P] He be in the slums, toting on the guns Him and his man talk about a 10 year run He been in fist fights, knife fights, and gun fights n***as in the hood know the n***a to get his 1's right He go to jail, don't rat, hold his tongue tight He get jumped, stand tall, throw his [?] Come back, one deep, book bag with 6 heaters 5 star general, salute him tall He got too much beef, so his roof ain't off But he always in the car with the stash box Half legal money, other half from the crack spot If he ain't dolo, then he chill with the have-not Strange None of them is in the range, but none of them is a bad shot Come from a block where it's mad hot, mad cops Shoot your whole team, and the coach, and the mascot Smack you with a sock and a padlock, n***a [Hook: Styles P] 1 star 2 star 3 star 4 star 5 star general 5 star general Go hard Grind hard Born hard Bred hard 5 star general 5 star general [Verse 3: Styles P] Who wanna come f** with the general? Bullets up the middle, knock 'em out the box just like the center do You won't even talk in your interview I'm 'a knock your teeth out your mouth when you interview I don't like your album, not even the interludes Good credit, hood credit, n***a, I been approved Beat you with the chain off your bike or the inner tube sh** Or it might be the handle, n***a What you could handle, n***a Move, or make the news Probably every channel, n***a We could go to war today Got the Emily Rose, [?] swing your head around all the way Hell no, it ain't a exorcism Put his face on the floor If he get lonely, then his chest get with him I'm a 5 star At least he could say the best just did him 'Cause n***as know I'm live and I die hard A1 criminal General Count all 5 stars [Hook: Styles P] 1 star 2 star 3 star 4 star 5 star general 5 star general Go hard Grind hard Born hard Bred hard 5 star general 5 star general