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Call It What You Want

[2Pac-]
I clown around when I hang around with
the Underground 'but when I'm with the Mafia
I'm droppin ya and if your a hoe then I be knockin ya baby
why not you shouldn't jock me
cuz I'm popular
You quick with the Glock I let it pop at tha
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
Tupac I'm packin punch, pop the trunk,
I'm pumpin G-Gunk but you can call it what you want
Now how many times I gotta tell ya don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the door you're nothin for me
That's why I love to go on tours, G
Scores of whores behind the doors, nigga's naughty Now I'm sippin on a forty,
But you can call it what you want, pass the bluntAnd kick the shorty...

???-
Well I'm the danger the danger similar to a
killa I run for rounds in Compton, chompin,
stompin while y'all dealin bitch told ya faggot as
I choke a slow poke rapped a cap his ass bastard
then after pound a choker on Mothers Day 1st and 15th another way
of sayin it I got him clips so shit but it's OK to get your crew
cuz who I'll send ya team to the showers and sure a do packin
a glock the one that towers I devour
much hit em up lunchbreaks I shit em out
just think what do ya think this a threat or
just forget about a comeback your done
black see cuddy was the stopper but should call me
the indo when I chopped you in the shopper stingin
with the singer flexed the tringer finger I'll blow
ya to bits and the game to be kickin out and grabbin
the mic and fling y alyrics with the maximum security
crew I'll smokke a splif but I'm not Jamaican so why won't ya let
a yankee doodle do what he has to raised my hand and cashed
her hellafied ????? tell ya that I asked her weatherman he'll
sigh and reply you should have stayed in the house cuz
Mun is gonna rain on ya

[Money G-]

Clear the smoke and grab a fool by his throat
and don't let him go to he hollar hollar billy goat
now Money Money Money B once said 2 me 187 why ya wanna do this shit?

[187-]
Well I like to drive big jeeps (?????) and hang out
all night and never worry bout a bitch
cuz she can't tell me shit plus Money money is a
pimp thang and see if you was in my
shoes you'd be doin the same so don't ever e
ver flex up on my g I'll play a hooker
when imm bouncin on a mic I could never be
a customer now peep cuz when I'm goin deep
the only customers gettin served in
my house shoot the pussy I'll be they
wanna pop that yin-yang I'll tell them
sit down and shut up bitch and let me
kick game cuz some hoes be sayin they got
it goin on but if they want to get with an nigga like me
they gotta pay a fee i am not the no neck nigga from the planet
called simple from the planet Black Mafia Life and preach pimps
yo so take a sip on the Cyco - Nigga pimps up hoes down must be a play
Now hold on wait a second...
Na i fucked ya bitches on the last record
yo it's like im high on a ragga-muffin splif me
and dope sounds what a man the myth Mun
they wanna see me fake shit like i did last year
so i posted on em then i coasted on em no i never never
never had a murder rap and if ya slip and say i did ya
bound to get ya neck slit so there it is and how's it
gonna be so i passed the joint to my man KMG

[KMG-]

You can call it what u want
but if ya don't i still a nigga with a pimp strip
a Macademian nut i say watcha wanna work for he Oh,
well alright you littel silly ass ho now
when ya want to rendezvous and get ramped give a
call to the clinic ATO the pimp camp and see
which playa is up for the down stroke cuz you
skeezin' cuz you want to so tastin em hoes
like i said before i fuck 4 bitches a day
and im lookin 4 more cuz scores and scores
of whores be leavin my house like bam and i'm like
damn now my niggas didn't label me the dangerous neighborhood
nastyman cuz they know i can when you wake up in
the morning i only give you 5 pushes
i'll be out by your garage away behind the bushes
drinking coffee smooth waitin to talk see
like a true ho jiggilo should be
see im a giant and the rest of them are
fakers especially when it comes to the
bitches and they money makers a simple nigga heitate
to dis ya tramp but i don't so heed
Black Mafioso and call it what u want....

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