Above The Law - Call It What U Want Lyrics
[Featuring 2Pac, Money B]You've now entered the quest to, the blacktriangleNow you know the reason for the Black Mafiatheory, hahahaYes it has many meanings, but no matter how youdefine itit still comes out blackSee it's just a hair trimSo you can call it what you want[2Pac]Now I clown around, when I hang around, with theUndergroundbut when I'm with the Mafia we DROPPIN YAAnd if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin ya, babywhy notYou shouldn't jock me cause I'm popularThe group with the glock, I love to pop the gunCoppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop theMafia2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunkI'm bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what youwantHow many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore meEither be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothinfor me (see ya!)That's why I love to go on tour GScores of whores behind the door, a nigga'snaughtyNow, I'm sippin on a fortySo you can call it what you want just pass theblunt and kick it Money[Money B]Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to akillerI rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stompem while y'all chillinin Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapperCapped his ass faster, than a half of pound ofcrepes'll go onMother's DayFirst and fifteenth, another way of sayin itI got new clips so trip but it's OK to get yourcrewCause ooh I'll send your team to the showersThey true and do and rippin and got the WonderTwin powersI devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, Ijust stinkWhaddya think, this is a threat? Just forgetabout itCome back, you're done black, see Cutty was thestopperBut you'll call me the indo when I chop ya withthe shopperSting ya with the stinger, flex the triggerfingerI blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out ofgrabbin the mic andflinginlyrics with the maximum securityI smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won'tyou let aYankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my handand cast ahellafied spell you can't tell you better ask aweatherman he'll sigh and reply, 'You shouldastayed in the house'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades[Cold 187um]Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by histhroatAnd don't let him go til he holla holla billygoatNow Money Money Money B, once said to me'187 why you wanna be a G?' Welllll..I like to clock big G's, and hang out all nightAnd never worry bout a *****, cause she can'ttell me shitPlus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be dointhe sameSo don't ever ever ***** with, I'm a G-er playaCause when I'm bustin on a punk, I could never bea customerNow peep this, cause when I'm goin deepthe only customers gettin served in the housssse,is the ***** I freakThey wanna pop that ying-yangI tell em, 'Sit down, shut up *****, and let mekick game' (y'know)Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin onbut if they wannaget with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, Iam notthe No Mack Nigga, from the planet called SilkI'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freakspimpsYo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playaNow hold up, wait a secondNah, I *****ed you *****es on the last record, yoIt's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliffMe the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did lastyearSo I POST on em, then I COAST on emNo I never never never had a murder rapAnd if you snitch you say I did it you're boundto get your necksnappedSo there it is, and how it's gonna beSo I pass the joint, to my man KM.G[KM.G]Well you can call it what you want but if youdon'tI'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, amacadamia nutAh-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohhWell alright, you little silly ass hoeNow when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped(get tramped)Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp campand see which playa, is up for the downstroke(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)So toast them hoes like I said beforeI ***** four *****es a day, and I'm lookin formoreCause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my houselike, BAM, and I'm like, DAMNNow my niggaz done labelled me the dangerousneighborhood nastymanCause they know I canWhen you wake up in the morning I only give yafive pushesI'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind thebushesdrinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk seelike a true hoe gigolo should beSee I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakersEspecially when it comes to the *****es and theymoneymakersA simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don'tSo ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you,want
