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"Salute Me" is a track by Ghetts, from the album The Calm Before the Storm, released 11th July 2010. The track is 3:05 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Ghetts.
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[Intro] Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy [Verse 1: Ghetts] Yeah, salute me General status, your men are all majors I'm much higher in the ranks I buss one, buss two, buss three Why? I’m tired of my shank And I ain't firin' blanks, so I buss four, buss five, buss six Or, I’m hirin' a tank You ain't got a dime in the bank It's not funny, wars cost money You need funding? I know one thing Me, I got enough to get the guns in So who run tings? I'll be in your house when your mum's in And if your kid's there too Oh, well, them man'll kidnap the little munchkin [Chorus: Badness] Don’t salute the warriors We let dem niggas know dem cyaan war wid us If dem knew di .45 will buss Have we hand pon di trigger Ready fi pull di supm now [Verse 2: Delusion] I’m on a on-sight vibe Headtop ting Point blank five Kill a man before he reach for his side Two shots, one in his head One in his chest, bang Trust me, he won't come out alive Forgive me if I buss mine or Mum’s life I got a sawn-off One shot will take your ear and your jaw off Dun know Cock back, blow your door off Boss, general status One loose strap will have your whole body shakin' I got a five star rating I'll run up in your bits, two guns up, blazin' Lick down anyone that stands where I’m aimin' Don't care what I'm facin' You better start runnin' if you see my handgun raisin' [Chorus: Badness] Don't salute the warriors We let dem niggas know dem cyaan war wid us If dem knew di .45 will buss Have we hand pon di trigger Ready fi pull di supm now [Verse 3: Ghetts] Every MC's got a gun bar Not every MC's got a gun But me, I'm strapped like your mum's bra So, every MC's gotta run And I got a knife that's dumb sharp And every MC's got a tongue So, I tell 'em, "talk up", when I come past But when they wanna befriend me when I come But I don't wanna be friends I'd rather have beef with them These boys wanna be men So, I'ma meat cleaver them Weekday or on a weekend Me and my machine are heat seeking 'em Now man are In at the Deep End 'Cause I'm Rolling Deep again [Chorus: Badness] Don't salute the warriors We let dem niggas know dem cyaan war wid us If dem knew di .45 will buss Have we hand pon di trigger Ready fi pull di supm now [Outro: Badness & Ghetts] Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem I'll run up on your men-dem-dem-dem Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem Okay, da-de-dem-dem-dem-dem Lava
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