call it what u want
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
Now I clown around, when I hang around with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia I'm droppin' you
And if you're a ho 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 ho 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 known now, I'm sippin' on a 40
So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
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 a 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 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 shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
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 bitch, '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 fuck, 'cause I'ma G and player hustler
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a mic 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 pussy I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell 'em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, 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 (Background Girls)
Nah, I fucked you bitches 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
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 workin' for a you-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass ho
Now when you wanna rendezvous and get tramped (get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, 'cause you broke)
So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN
Now my niggas done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nasty man
'Cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smooth waitin' to talk see
Like a true ho gigolo should be
See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they 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
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
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 motherfuckin'...