Call It What U Want (Explicit) - Above The Law/2Pac/Money B

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

Now 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 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 hoe 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 naughty

Now I`m sippin` on a forty

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 a** 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 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 powers

I devour much venom lunch breaks I sh*t 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 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

I smoke a spliff but I`m not Jamaican so won`t you let a

Yankee 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 parades

Now 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 " well

I like to clock big G`s and hang out all night

And never worry bout a b**ch `cause she can`t tell me sh*t

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 f**k 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 p**sy I freak

They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em "Sit down shut up b**ch and let me kick game"

(Y` know)

`Cause hoes always be sayin` they got it goin` on but if they wanna

Get with a ni**a like me they gotta pay a fee I am not

The no mack ni**a 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

Nah I f**ked you b**ches on the last record yo

It`s like I`m high on a raggamuffin` spliff

Me the d**e sound what a man the myth

(Come)

Mon they wanna see me fade sh*t 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 KMG

Well you can call it what you want but if you don`t

I`m still a ni**a 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 a** hoe

Now 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 f**k four b**ches 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 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 be

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

Especially when it comes to the b**ches and they moneymakers

A simp ni**a hesitate to dish a tramp but I don`t

So ease back Mafioso on the corner what you want