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Salute Part II

This version of Salute Part Ii was released by M.o.p. in 1998.

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“Yeah, they talkin about rap.”
“We don’t rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It’s not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its
hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live.”

Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, big schools and big gats
You didn’t whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that’s laced
Primo’s breaks, activate the mental, that’s all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here’s a cassette and why you
question my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don’t care what these beats my do
We’ll sun you, plus I see right through
Its way it means to me and M.O.P.
Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!

Holdin it down
Phony ass rappers
Dead serious
Finish em
(Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty

Aiyyo, the game’s called surivival *echoes* I admit
As a soldier, I’ve done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I ain’t mad at you
But I wish I wouldn’t of had to do the shit I had to do
It’s true, I would jump up in a Bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I won’t stress the blazin
But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(It’s so amazin) ???? pop shit
Like Windy Williams till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, what’s wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, come on, nigga!
(Ain’t nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute!

Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
Only if I’m gettin paid (That’s right)
And the shit gon’ benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your outfit
I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)
Act like you know what I’m about, Salute!

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