King Los - The General lyrics

[Hook: Epidemic] (x2) I don't understand why they look at me & follow everywhere I go asking who that be Cause' homie you can be anything, but you ain't me See there's one thing that separates you & me That I'm a motha' f**in' General [Verse 1: Epidemic] Everybody want to be a boss, can't 26 inches make your b**hes heart break A n***a got cake & a n***a got rank Bet 100 round drum make a n***a block shake Pictures of your guns, what you think it's MySpace? My 9 ain't photogenic, it just sit on my waist Look at my face baby, I ain't got a scar But if you're acting hard, you can have one by tomorrow Talking AK47, going through your garage Going through your hoody & the hood of your +Galar-dough+ Is something i stack , man you front & I clap This is f**ing Iraq motha' f**a' I'm back [Hook] Keep playing with me I'ma bust y'all a** Let off a 50 yard shot, & do a touchdown dance Now that's the definition of getting put on blast A rug for what? I wipe my foot on cash Cause' I'm a Chardonnay spiller, Cartier enthusiast Modern day villa, coffee with Peruvians On the ocean, never motion sick I'm a motion picture that's emotionless With the vultures, sippin mimosas, my holster Got the +heat+ & I don't need no Spoelstra I'm +off gla**+ I don't need no +coaster+ I +shoot fast+ I don't need no +post up+ I'm the General [Hook] [Verse 3: Epidemic] f** a studio, I don't need no practice All I hear is motha' f**in' ringtone rappers I don't need no back up, I'm a C-Lo stacker Get your kilos jacked, my n***as re-load faster Ground zero ma**acre, ready, willing, able If you can k** a rapper, then I can k** a label Bosses of the bosses have dinner at my table You'll be in the kitchen, peeling the potatoes You fairy tale rappers are sitting on a rainbow Facing a tornado, with nothing but a raincoat Put the mic down man, you knowin' that you ain't dope Then Salute Me, you're in the presence of a General