Call It What You Want Lyrics

Call It What You Want lyrics

Mother fuckers



I move to break your ass with my gun



Gimmie some, I want all your cash







And get those hands in the air



And don't stare



And don't compare your gangster ass



To a psycho stare







I go to tackle



You in shackles



So run, nigga, run



'Cause I give you some of this, wacko







Rollin' thirty



Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy



Guns go 'round your whole town



Fuck, you better be ready







And if you down, you down



If not, you're gonna lose



I choose the side of the black, fool







Holdin' on, pullin' on



Your whole set



Disrespectin' your moms



So nigga's you better check







So who's the nigga



With the biggest balls



Who's the nigga with the finger



On the trigger in the dark hall







So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch



R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust



So boom, click, boom



Mother fuckers, check your rhymes







Call it what you want, mother fucker



Yeah, call it what the fuck you want



You can call it this



You can call it that



But yo, it all boils down



To the same fucking thing







Fuck it



I'm tired of standin' in the back



They're tryin' to ban my sound



I 'rose underground







Groose, a-groose



Try to grasp



This stupid style



I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)



Check it







Nuts in hand



While I chastise you fools



I choose to make rules



And do's whatever I choose







Known as a tiger



So I fight for my respect



Bitches on my dick



You better put that bitch in check







You can dig the music



I can tell by the head bob



Workin' all these wack jobs



And keep that shit alive







Change it up on a grave scene



I make green



Broke than a fuckin joke, man



Know what I mean







Caught you slippin'



Insanity is prickin' my mind



It's all jealousy



Leave that shit behind







House of Krazees on that ass



With the hellish talk



All you wack ass bitches



Call it what you want







Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch



Nineteen mother fucking ninety five



Remix on that ass, call it what you want



Eh yo, you can call it this



You can call it that



It's like I said before, yo



It all boils down to the same thing







Well let me tell you



I fuck around and bring my skills



So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel



And pay my bills







I was homebound



With my home sweet home



After season of the pumpkin



You thought I was gone







But now I'm back



And I'm bustin' heads wide open



No jokin'



no need for provokin' bullshit







The controversy of a mind check



Everybody wants to diss



Well, who's next







Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)



Shit, we built the house



No need for eviction







Can you believe the truth



And a pack of lies



Can you see the killer



Behind the disguise







Peep the scene



I bring fast and never slow



Kickin' my fastest



To let your bitch ass know