Call It What U Want Lyrics - Singles - Above The Law

You've now entered the quest to the black triangle 

Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha 

Yes, it has many meanings but no matter how you define it 

It still comes out black, see it's just a hair trim 

So you can call it what you want 

Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground 

But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya 

And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not 

You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular 

The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun 

Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia 

2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk 

I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want 

How many times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me 

Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me 

(See ya) 

That's why I love to go on tour G 

Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty 

Now, I'm sippin' on a forty 

So you can call it what you want just pass 

The blunt and kick it Money 

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer 

I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin' 

In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper 

Capped his ass faster 

Than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day 

First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it 

I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your crew 

'Cause ooh, I'll send your team to the showers 

They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers 

I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink 

Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it 

Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper 

But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper 

Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to bits 

And I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin' 

Lyrics with the maximum security 

I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a 

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a 

Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a 

Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house" 

'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades 

Now, clear the smoke and grab a fool by his throat 

And don't let him go 'til he holla, holla, billygoat 

Now Money Money Money B, once said to me 

"187, why you wanna be a G?", well 

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night 

And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit 

Plus, money money is a pimp thang 

(What?) 

'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same 

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa 

'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer 

Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep 

The only customers gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak 

They wanna pop that ying-yang 

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" 

(Y' know) 

'Cause hoes always be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they wanna 

Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not 

The no mack nigga, from the planet called, Silk 

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps 

Yo, come take a sip 

Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa 

Now hold up, wait a second 

Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo 

It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff 

Me the dope sound what a man, the myth 

(Come) 

Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year 

So I post on em, then I coast on em 

No, I never never never had a murder rap 

And if you snitch you say 

I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped 

So there it is, and how it's gonna be 

So I pass the joint, to my man KMG 

Well you can call it what you want but if you don't 

I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut 

Ah, say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh 

Well alright, you little silly ass hoe 

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped 

(Get tramped) 

Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp 

And see which playa, is up for the downstroke 

('Cause you skeez-in, 'cause you broke) 

So toast them hoes like I said before 

I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more 

'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house 

Like, bam and I'm like, damn 

Now my niggaz done labeled me 

The dangerous neighborhood nastyman 'cause they know I can 

When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes 

I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes 

Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see 

Like a true hoe gigolo should be 

See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers 

Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers 

A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't 

So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want