Above the Law, 2Pac, Money B - Call It What U Want lyrics

You've now entered the quest to
The black triangle
Now you know the reason for
The Black Mafia theory, hahaha
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 known! Now, I'm sippin' on a 40
So you can call it what you want
Just pass the blunt and kick it, shorty

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 ass 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 OK 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 shit 'em
I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat?
Just forget about a 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 bit's and I be gettin' a
Kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security crew
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican
So why don't you let a Yankee
Doodle do what he has ta
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

Nowww, 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?" Welllll
I 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 same
So don't ever ever fuck
'cause I'ma G and player hustler
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a mic
I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only customers gettin' served
In the housssse, is the pussy I freak
They wanna pop that ying yang
I 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 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 (Background Girls)
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record
Yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff
Me 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 '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 nigga with a pimp strut, ooh
A macadamia nut i said what you want
I'm workin' for a you ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass ho
Now when you wanna rendezvous 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, DAMN
Now my niggas done labelled me
The dangerous neighborhood nasty man
'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, smooth waitin' to talk see
Like a true ho gigolo should be
See 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 diss
You tramp but I don't
So here's the Black Mafioso
You can call it what you want

Ooh, you can call it what you want
Well, you can call it what you want
Well, you can call it what you want
Well, you can call it what you want
Well, you can call it what you want

You are just had your experience
Of that new funktiers
So kick back and let that good shit
In your vibe to get shopped, ha ha
Welcome to the motherfuckin'