Call It What U Want

[Intro: Lay 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

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground

But when I'm with the Mafia I'm dropping you

And if you're a whore then I'll be knocking you, 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 bumping G-Funk, but you can call it what you want

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

Either be my whore or hit the dough, you're nothing for me (see ya!)

That's why I love to go on tour G

Scores of whores behind the door, a nigger's known now, I'm sipping on a 40

So you can call it what you want, just pass the blunt and kick it, Money

[Verse 2: Money-B]

Well, I'm the danger, the danger, similar to a killer

I rhyme for rounds of conflicts, chomp and stomp them while y'all chilling

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 saying 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're true and do and ripping and got the Wonder Twin powers

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

What'd you think, this is a threat?

Just forget about a comeback, you're done black

See, Cutty was the stopper

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

Sting you with the stinger, flex the trigger finger

I blow you to bits and I be getting a kick out

Of grabbing the mic and flinging lyrics with the maximum security crew

I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican

So why don't you let a Yankee Doodle do what he has ta

Raise my hand and cast a

Hellafied spell, you can't tell, you better ask a weatherman

He'll sigh and reply "You should've stayed in the house"

'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades

[Verse 3: Cold 187um]

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

And don't let him go till he holler holler 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 about a bitch 'cause she can't tell me shit

Plus, money, money is a pimp thing (what?)

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

So don't ever ever fuck, 'cause I'm a G and player hustler

'Cause when I'm busting on a mic I could never be a customer

Now peep this 'cause when I'm going deep

The only customers getting served in the house is the pussy I freak

They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell them "Sit down, shut up, bitch and let me kick game" (you know)

'Cause whores always be saying they got it going on but if they wanna

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

The No Mack Nigger, 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-player

("Now hold up, wait a second")

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

It's like I'm high on a ragamuffin 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 them, then I coast on them

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

[Verse 4: KM.G]

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

I said what you want, I'm working for a you-oh

Well, alright, you little silly ass whore

Now when you wanna rendezvous and get tramped (get tramped)

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

And see which player is up for the downstroke

('Cause you're skeez-ing, 'cause you're broke)

So toast them whores like I said before

I fuck four bitches a day and I'm looking for more

'Cause cords of scores of whores be leaving my house

Like, "bam" and I'm like, "damn"

Now my niggers done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nasty man

'Cause they know I can

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

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

Drinking coffee, smooth waiting to talk, see

Like a true whore gigolo should be

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

Especially when it comes to the bitches and their moneymakers

A simp nigga hesitate to diss you, tramp, but I don't

So here's the Black Mafioso, you can call it what you want

[Hook: Cold 187Um]

Ooh, you can call it what you want

Well, you can call it what you want

Well, you can call it what you want

Well, you can call it what you want

Well, you can call it what you want

[Outro: Lay Law]

You are just had your experience of that new funktiers

So kick back and let that good shit in your vibe to get shopped, ha ha

Welcome to the motherfucking...