Callin My Names

i see a vision in the mirror's
 camera lenses don't appear
 a foggy night clear smoking ...in the rear
 20 fucking head's not even knowing why I'm here
 a gang of tattoo's i can't define the word free
 manipulated but I'm off like a raven with a pipe and a clock foo i can't be faded
 cause i was hot you better blast on the spot piss on your hand so you don't get caught
 I've seen a lot mano ... on lock big bad varrio dos trece spooks street block
 come and play don't complain foo you know we insane
 see me banging in my hood even on a rainy day
 it's my sickness cause I'm handing bizz shout out to my homies doing time in the pin
 so rest in peace nutty cause yo little army's coming
 can't catch me running I'm dumping like we bumping
 calling my names
 don't give a fuck when i dump and I'm posted in the hood
 still calling my names
 banging well we slanging and we up to no good
 calling my names
 don't give a fuck when i dump and I'm posted in the hood
 still calling my names
 banging well we slanging and we up to no good
 it's just an other full clip constrict by the pistol grip
 at time's like this i wonder who can i trust in this straight world wide gangsterism cause the lames that claim to bang ain't paying attention
 it's a scanless cold game you gotta be on yo toes... knows war's on with multiple
 bullet hole's from a chain with a spark