Random Call

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I know we got you niggas thinking like
 "Ayo, what's going on?
 Sound like some end of the world shit"
 It's not a fantasy, nope, it's really going down, let's do it
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 313 to the NYC
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga,nigga Guilty
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 313 to the NYC
 Yeah, I'm chemically imbalanced, you're no challenge
 I eat hot emcees like cold salads
 I'm so valid, trust the word
 Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb
 Murder City madman stacking bills
 Walk past the snakes and dap the real
 Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel
 The type of dude you have to kill
 We keep hunting, and if I'm breathin' (what?)
 We won't stop 'til the odds get even
 Revenge is a dish served cold
 So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode
 Break bread, the flow is worth gold
 The silver lining is his skin is bronze
 So I ain't have much to give to moms
 But a headache, naw I'm on it, she's straight
 Yuh, who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 313 to the NYC
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 313 to the NYC
 Yo, you can't mess with the bomb shit
 Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content
 No love letter rhymes and raps about chicks
 Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging, that's it
 You can call me one-dimensional
 But ain't too much talking when a slug get into you
 And don't ask the god stupid shit in the interview
 I grab Hex' sket and then I'll wet up your inner tubes
 Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong nigga
 Running out of air fam, can't stand long, nigga
 Sean Price, the worst rapper, the purse snatcher
 Smack shit out of you and whoever's the church pastor
 My hand in the collection plate
 Don't you ever disrespect the Ape
 Sean P
 We just getting started, tell 'em
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 313 to the NYC
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 313 to the NYC
 BK and double three one is trouble
 These one's trouble, each one'll crumble
 Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble
 Guilt run a play, P run a huddle
 They say whatever but they like to mumble
 So watch what they say results, guns, the muzzle
 Blood starts to bubble
 Random, random!
 Had to double our pay, so cash 'em out
 It's 'no dough, no show' don't even go ask them
 So, bro this probably be bigger than my last one
 Who ahead in the race? Passed them
 Hear it, now smash them
 This that headbanger, no aspirin, nigga
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 313 to the NYC
 Who making hits like these?
 Call up, nigga, nigga Guilty
 Call up, nigga, nigga Sean P
 313 to the NYC
 

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Duration
04:14
Key
5
Tempo
119 BPM

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