Salute Me

You don't understand the G I am

You chocha, need to see the G-Y-N

Leave the whole hood dark, lights D-I-M

Make you empty out your Dickie's and your Levi's then

These stool pigeons, got me on my new religion

Won't I stop you just keep on wishing

And this aint a fucking threat it's a straight promise

If you ever do that something to someone, you's a goner

I was raised like a son of a bitch but never snitched

Sociopath, always talked my way out of shit