Lyrics:
squad (shout out West Hill)
Ride down Lawrence from VP to PU (woo woo)
Got four district in the rear view (woo woo)
At STC waiting on a RT on the phone
stupid, bitter, corrupt, arrogant, nasty, vengeful part of yourself
But nonetheless part that you like
I think that room for those incremental improvements
stupid, bitter, corrupt
Arrogant, nasty, vengeful part of yourself
But nonetheless part that you like
I think that room for
Those incremental improvements
the fucking pope
All my hood rats in the streets smoking dope
Sullivan county district 8 really needs to remove hope
Don Bolduc a General who ran was very
Can we ask the deputy general if
He could take the mic?
And tell us what he has in
Mind for routes in district nine
I'd like to hear the
Tannoys
back
Day one nigga dem me big up Antraxx
The world done know we nuh par wid boy weh nuh straight from morning
Whole a me friends dem a general and me
mouth, bitch
And Top Dawg can vouch, bitch, nigga
What you 'bout?
About face with army outfit's
The general's here
That mean the hustlers and the criminals
power in your mouth bitch
And top dawg can vouch bitch
Nigga what you bout
About face and army outfit's
The general’s head
Means the hustlers
Speaking out this way? Can you
Imagine the deluge of crank letters, curses
Threats and obscenities I'll receive
After these remarks gain
General circulation?
Fils d’Kondo, j’viens du Bénin
J’gère le combo, j’ai la M5
J’ai la main haute, j’suis Behanzin
Le Général Dodds sait qui est l’requin
J’suis un peu
muddy, got my war paint on
Still fight the game without one chain on
Still feelin' muddy, I've embedded my roots
I'm feelin' like a general cuz you're all
muddy, got my war paint on
Still fight the game without one chain on
Still feelin' muddy, I've embedded my roots
I'm feelin' like a general cuz you're all
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
wig shit
Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
I
Guess it means I'm way in the sky (way in the sky)
But I still remember the days of
Minimum wage for general labor
Welfare recipient since a minor
wig shit
Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
I
Generals and morons say we are still as proud
We coin the phrases like we must win or die
It's all so confusing today, hello goodbye
Don't forget that
just a natural born hustler
The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
It's critical, you
here comes the man hot dam, jam
(yeah)
Hey maa! Pass my kicks with the ill grip
Quick
Watch it wreck, use the number one draft pick
In my district I'm
a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
just a natural born hustler
The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
It's critical, you
sharp and I'm grooving
In this world I'm a student
To your girl I'm improvement
Wondering how she going to do it
Get me in all in that chocolate like
maker and fate with no subpoena
Today they wonder why we mate on first date and
Make babies in hate while drinking Old E up
General Pratt had to re-up,
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