[Hook]: Don't be afraid to call my name {x4} Step up, step up
[Verse One] [Ryu]: Okay, the west back, yeah the proof is us I got a rag on my head cause the roof is up The R-Y-U, comin' with the stupid stuff I got her foamin' at the mouth like a loofah sponge I don't claim no set yet I'm a threat to riders And I got a few tecs in the L.A. riots Yeah I'm L.A.'s finest, serve and protect The street from wack shit, I deserve respect On the sneak tip, I came in the game to slay them I had the world singin' 2K4 verbatim Brave and dumb 818's favorite son Disintegrate them like my tongue was a laser gun Yeah yeah Backpack rapper I guess But I wear it in the front like a suicide vest If hip hop is dead how do you define death? Only way it ever died is if Tak and I left So what a dude gotta do to prove his sickness? In a world full of bougie dip shits I cooly reach for the uzi, lift it Click the tooly back and blow brains to a gooey liquid
[Hook]: Don't be afraid to call my name
[Verse Two] [Tak]: I started off, fresh off the head Then I wrote songs and left y'all for dead Now I got a plot, time to cook this omelet And knock it out the box like the Brooklyn Dodgers Hmmm Do your dance, the beats are grizzly I'm chewing through your camp like a piece of Wrigleys Man for the fight, I'm destroying your name chump Your man on the mic is more annoying than James Blunt (Beautiful) So ring around the phoney You're kicked in the lip with a brown Saucony Upchuck your billy bang bang get off me Please, your body looks like a scene from Saw 3 Ughh Yeah, I'm whiskey sippin' Risky business, killin' Dixie Chickens Therapeutic sicks, have a disposition A Garbage Pail Kid still in mint condition Slow it down, they're holding me hostage Cause when I go to town, man I'm totally awesome Shots to my people in Galats so stand on by, back Choppin' like I'm Afro Samurai