Generals

Lyrics

[Jean Grae] Yeah (What, nigga?) Ladies and Gentlemen Bear witness to the Generals General number one [Verse 1: Trap Clapper] I'm a big gun, R.I.P Big Pun Get your shit from back to next week Stash it when your pimp come Holy ashes, fool Trap Clapper smash you down to log size Fuck your girl with my Christmas yule General number one Get beheaded by machetes I cover for fun Ready girl I puncture lungs 830 more than crooked, you ain't worthy Fuck Kelly, keep my video camera sturdy Dark bitches from the Cape Verde on it Clapper don't rape girlies Contracts; they sign they name on 'em Fillet 'em well, slice 'em well They be beefin' every week and I don't answer my cell Cause they treat a nigga freak And yo they man don't know Be like, 'Trap, kick his ass!' I be like, 'Hell, oh no!' I don't fight for no bitch, nigga fight for self Mighty Thor fist will split your heart from your self I'll General bomb you off your marker Those ain't trucks, those are made by Tonka (bitch) My ride could park on yours I'll stomp you right through the parking lot floor Cause you're so [Verse 2: Cheech Marina] Bitches ain't gangster Good day miss tenfler ? I can flip both slangs, the word phrase sampler Know me when I say I am the Boston Strangler I can turn into the perfect picture of anger Beantown broad, I be that girl That smokes trees outta bones And bitch then … the moment Just leave me alone with the tv on Cheech Marina The anti-peace-maker, face-beater white chick Three shades paler than most of my people Write my own shit, you can't say that either, bitch I'm not "Feminem," You'll find an emblem over your tombstone Of my face if you mention him "In Harvard Yard I park my car" Not far from where I learned it I can shit on these bars And cantankerous words could dribble out of my lips You won't accept me but I bet you take this unused clip Bitch [Jean Grae] Alright, alright Trap Clapper Cheech Marina … Beantown, you know how to get down General number three Let's go! [Verse 3: A.K.] I'll bring it nigga, you best'a pick it up I got a trillion drinks, I fi'n to get 'em drunk What you got in your stable? I bet they don't call (out) Hit Patron with Daddy Mills, I'm off the wall Fuck a … punk, now who you fuckin' with? (Ay) I … and then you're drunk I'm gon suck a fifth I shoot a rib off you, I'm no drug dealer I'm a pimp and you can tell by how I … the Generals [Verse 4: Daddy Mills] … tryin' to get me Hand me up so I can get sleep I been encased in the … since my grace fell from the hand o' the Lord I'm sorry mama, I know I sinned, right She ain't complain, the tire spin light The tiger plans, the shine's tremendous Ain't never gon' say, "A.K. please end this." It's endless [Jean Grae] Yeah A.K Daddy Mills How we gettin' down? Is it ill yet? Y'all still ain't done? (Generals) Let's go [Verse 5: Private E1/MacGyver] I'm only 12, but I can hold it down for myself The General Private E1, MacGyver I get a gun in my Happy Meal, thank my dad That I can carry Super Soakers in my backpack Filled up with acid—I'm a bad kid Slip razors in my teachers' apples From the rotten apple I'm an eighth grade nightmare Like I care, right, yeah, Jean'll be right there [Verse 6: Jean Grae] You little dummies runnin' scareder than Gregory Hines Prepare to be leveled by enemy mines. I get Blinded by your bullshit-slinging I'm in the pulpit singing A prayer while I'm banging Duran Duran Homie, you can't hang with Generals Can't bang with veterans Even MacGyver is liver than you If I was you, what then would I do? Prob'ly try to duck and hide from people trying to end my life Man, you're through [Outro]