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letra de call it what u want (1997) - house of krazees

call it what u want (1997) lyrics
[intro]
[?] wicked [?]

[verse 1: the r.o.c.]
motherf-ckers, i move to break your ass with my gun
gimme some, i want all your cash
and put your hands in the air and don’t stare
[(break yourself, break yourself)?]
and don’t compare your gangster ass to a psycho snare
i go to tackle you in shackles
so run, n-gga, run ’cause i give you some of this, wacko
rollin’ thirty n-ggas deep in a big chevy
guns can run your whole town, f-ck if you be ready
and if you down, you down, if not, you’re gon’ lose
i choose the side of [the, the black, fool?]
holdin’ on, rollin’ on your whole set
disrespect your moms so n-ggas you better check
so who’s the n-gga with the biggest b-lls?
who’s the n-gga with his finger on the trigger in the dark hall?
so don’t stall, i pitch from thе nasty bunch
r.o.c. is the nig with the super bumps
so boom, cl!ck, boom
mothеr f-ckers, check your rhymes

[interlude]
call it what you want, motherf-cker
yeah, call it what the f-ck you want
call it this, and call it that
but yo, it all boils down to the same f-ckin’ thing
[verse 2: hektic]
f-ck it, i’m tired of standin’ in the back
while tryin’ to bat my sound, i rose underground
groups, they [groove?], try to grasp [how stupid the style?]
i’ll leave ’em hangin in a meat [?], check it
nuts in hands as i chastise you fools
i choose to make rules and do’s whatever i choose
[?], so i fights for my respect
b-tches on my d-ck, you better put that b-tch in check
you can dig the music, i can tell by the head bob
workin’ all these wack jobs and keep that sh-t alive
change it up on the grave scene, i make green
broken, a motherf-ckin’ joke, man, know what i mean
caught you slippin’, insanity puts a break in my mind
it’s all jealousy, leave that sh-t behind
house of krazees on that ass with the h-llish talk
all you punk-ass b-tches call it what you want

[interlude]
yeah, house of krazees remix, b-tch
nineteen motherf-cking ninety five
remix on that ass, call it what you want
ey yo, you can call it this, you can call it that
it’s like i said before, yo
it all boils down to the same thing
[verse 3: mr. bones]
well let me tell you, i f-ck around and bring my sk!lls
so i can scr-pe the bottle of the barrel and pay my bills
i was homebound with my home sweet home
after season of the pumpkin, you thought i was gone
but now i’m back, and i’m bustin’ heads wide open
no jokin’, no need for provokin’ bullsh-t
the controversy of a mind check
everybody wants to diss, well, who’s next
can you f-ck with a mind full of affliction
we built the house, no need for eviction
can you believe the truth in a pack of lies?
can you see the k!ller behind the disguise?
peep the scene, i bring it fast and never slow
kickin’ my fastest to let your b-tch ass know

[outro]
house of krazees, bumpin’ this beat
(bust my vision as an artist deliver the rhymes)
servin’ that ass, servin’ yo ass, n-gga
(don’t try to [?])
servin’ you, servin’ your whole crew
check nuts, check nuts, n-gga
ay yo, y’all motherf-ckers thought y’all could handle
ay yo, keep workin’ at that sh-t, you’ll get it
([?] streets)
(the huntin’s on, and we’re the prey)

- house of krazees

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