Generals lyrics

[Jean Grae]
Yeah
(What, n*gga?)
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 sh*t from back to next week
Stash it when your pimp come
Holy ashes, fool
Trap Clapper smash you down to log size
f*ck 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
f*ck Kelly, keep my video camera sturdy
Dark b*tches 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 n*gga 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 b*tch, n*gga 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 (b*tch)
My ride could park on yours
I'll stomp you right through the parking lot floor
Cause you're so
[Verse 2: Cheech Marina]
b*tches 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 b*tch 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 sh*t, you can't say that either, b*tch
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 sh*t 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
b*tch

[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 n*gga, 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
f*ck a … punk, now who you f*ckin' 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 bullsh*t-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]