Call My Name

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 Don't be afraid to call my name {x4}
 Step up, step up
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 Okay, the west back, yeah the proof is us
 I got a rag on my head cause the roof is up
 The R-Y-U, comin' with the stupid stuff
 I got her foamin' at the mouth like a loofah sponge
 I don't claim no set yet I'm a threat to riders
 And I got a few tecs in the L.A. riots
 Yeah I'm L.A.'s finest, serve and protect
 The street from wack shit, I deserve respect
 On the sneak tip, I came in the game to slay them
 I had the world singin' 2K4 verbatim
 Brave and dumb
 818's favorite son
 Disintegrate them like my tongue was a laser gun
 Yeah yeah
 Backpack rapper I guess
 But I wear it in the front like a suicide vest
 If hip hop is dead how do you define death?
 Only way it ever died is if Tak and I left
 So what a dude gotta do to prove his sickness?
 In a world full of bougie dip shits
 I cooly reach for the uzi, lift it
 Click the tooly back and blow brains to a gooey liquid
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 Don't be afraid to call my name
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 I started off, fresh off the head
 Then I wrote songs and left y'all for dead
 Now I got a plot, time to cook this omelet
 And knock it out the box like the Brooklyn Dodgers
 Hmmm
 Do your dance, the beats are grizzly
 I'm chewing through your camp like a piece of Wrigleys
 Man for the fight, I'm destroying your name chump
 Your man on the mic is more annoying than James Blunt (Beautiful)
 So ring around the phoney
 You're kicked in the lip with a brown Saucony
 Upchuck your billy bang bang get off me
 Please, your body looks like a scene from Saw 3
 Ughh
 Yeah, I'm whiskey sippin'
 Risky business, killin' Dixie Chickens
 Therapeutic sicks, have a disposition
 A Garbage Pail Kid still in mint condition
 Slow it down, they're holding me hostage
 Cause when I go to town, man I'm totally awesome
 Shots to my people in Galats so stand on by, back
 Choppin' like I'm Afro Samurai
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 Don't be afraid to call my name