Blu, Oh No, M.E.D., Definite, Cashus King - Made the Call lyrics

Uh, I got two 22s for
The fools that wanna fool
Three 357s send a reverend straight to heaven
Cock four 44 for the foes on my toes
Got five 45s for guys that carry nines
Six six-shot Rugers that revolve
For you frauds seven AK-47s send a reverend
Straight to heaven make it eight 38s for the
Fakes that wanna play me
Nine nine for the swines in
Your mind when you dine
Ten MAC-10s for that action
When it's crackin'
Eleven MAC-11s send a reverend
Straight to heaven
Twelve twelve gauges for the haters
Hatin' on a player
Thirteen for disciples and the
Cross on my neck
Wreck nine cal shots, semi-automatic TEC
Pop 600 rounds out a uzi, load a clip
For the niggas thinkin' that I'm
Not bringin' what I'm bringin'
Have my seed pop a one-shot
Have a nigga singin' like

You like the sky rainin' blood? Let's
Increase the murder rate and
This the kind of batch that
Keep the madness circulatin' they drove up
They tote guns and tons for the Satan
This the kinda violence keep
The scientists debatin'
Nature or the nurture make a
Human wanna hurt ya
Wanna murk ya 'stead of merger
And form a bigger square
Ain't happy where we at but
All my niggas here
And we gon' bring the pain 'til
You niggas feel the fear
When you empty out the clip and
Fill it back with fear
When the fake disappear the
Treal stick around
Stick a clip in the fifth
The sixth in the chamber
Six feet of demon on the
Kingdom of the down and
We gon' take the city back
Ain't no pity for the ghouls and the goons
Put them fools underground
The patter of the tatter is
The sound of the round
Hit a body mass and the matter will shatter
That's click back, kill

That's click back, kill
Ain't stoppin' 'til I pull up in a Lear
Twenty-one for the soldiers no longer here
Fallen, never forgotten
The cause of this for profit
It's hard to make it legit
I've exhausted all of my options
Seen homies in coffins and
Wrote eulogy letters it was the hard era
The pallbearers in Coogi sweaters
Seen the smoke clear as soon
As the uzi let up
Caught 'em slippin' on the block 'cause
They hopped out with Berettas
It's all relative
This my most sincere sentiment
You don't want no problems pullin'
Up to your residence
If money ain't a problem, homie
Then keep your seven cents
It's five more cents than allowed
Killin' sense has finally come to
Your senses and now deal with it on my own
Writin' sentences down
My day ones ridin' with me for life
I clutch mics, stay fuckin' and write
It's pure white
Got 'em lovin' it like it's raw

Church choirs, earth, water, land, fire
Skies lit
Police sirens, live wire, little nigga
Big nine times four, thirty-six in the ki'
Breed money, honeys, sweet
Breath easy on the beat
Teach knowledge, leak, bleed, I bet he seek
Preachers pray for my defeat
My seat in the bleachers, piece keep
Keep peace under siege since beepers
Bloopers tryna beef with my shooters
Zookeepers
Got lions, apes, orangutans, metal thangs
Camera, 'caine, news van
Rallies tryna come on the flame
Been the same true world, dawg
I gotta change break a hundred
Henny fifth and a bag of haze
Babe on the dick make sugar stick
Cougar lit, fruit of two chicks
Room for 'em at The Cosmopolitan
Lose nothin'
With the whip on cruise, one button
Roof drop and I'm bustin'