Above The Law feat. 2Pac, Money B - Call It What U Want | Текст песни

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• Above The Law feat. 2Pac, Money B
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You've now entered the quest to, the black
triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia
theory, hahaha
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

[2Pac]
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

[Money B]
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 OK 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

[Cold 187um]
Nowww, 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?' Welllll..
I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a *****, 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 ***** 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 housssse,
is the ***** I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell em, 'Sit down, shut up *****, 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 *****ed you *****es 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 KM.G

[KM.G]
Well you ca

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