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---Call It What U Want---
--Above the 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 wantNow 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 popularThe 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 wantHow 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 GScores 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 MoneyWell, 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 DayFirst and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's okay 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 powersI 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 shopperSting 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 aYankee 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 paradesNow, 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?", wellI 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 sameSo don't ever ever fuck 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 house is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yangI 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, SilkI'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 fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliffMe 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 emNo, 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 KMGWell 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
Ah, say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoeNow when you want to rhyme to boo 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, damnNow my niggaz done labeled me
The dangerous neighborhood nastyman '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, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should beSee 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 dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want