Edo. G, Pete Rock, Jaysaun - Just Call My Name lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Edo. G, Pete Rock, Jaysaun - Just Call My Name lyrics]
Dog, I'm too menacing
See we all for them Benjamins
It's dark when we young like venison
Screamin on niggas like Sam Kinision (RRAH')
Practice on y'all, like I'm scrimmagin
All beef finishin, real no imaging
I puff purple with a chick that's cinnamon
Bust your brain cells 'til they hemorrhaging
You haters get stomped with
Nike stripes and Timberlands
And switch sides, like balls at Wimbledon
EdoG, I'm from Humboldt
Fulla cops, cutthroats
Blood soaks and gun smoke
Won't hesitate to show ya why
Outside of them clubs, they gon' blow ya high
I'm back to business silence every witness
+Roots+ so deep
Alex Haley couldn't script this
So easy how the Ed OG kick this
And I don't care how the world depict this
(Just call my name)
You wanna take it from the
Booth to the streets
And switch from pen and paper to the heats
(Just call my name)
Legendary, New York and Roxbury
EdoG, Pete Rock, and Jaysaun, we rock heavy
(Just call my name)
From the blocks to the hall of fame
It's all the same, the game don't change
(Just call my name)
We ain't scurred 'round here - nope
Any disrespect'll get you aired 'round here
(Just call my name)
We only do it for the most thorough
Coast to coast man, the Heckler & Koch'll
Scorch your whole borough (yep)
Reportin nerve and warfare similar
To Edward Morrow journalism
When your cheek bones and
Buckshot meet, homes, is cataclysm
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need desperate applause, we gon' clap ya
Shells spin ya rap actors
Counter-clockwise and backwards
Your soul torched and burnt down to a
Roach in a Backwoods, last word committee
Blows green all over the crime scene
It's not pretty
We came to party with friends
Sip Bacardi with skins
And litter the stage with bodies and limbs
There ain't no need to push me
I expose your squad
As hundred percent PUSSY! Your day
Job's way too pushy
Boston's best, put a OG and cross ya chest
You corny lil' rappers, you lost respect!
It's a blessing and a curse to
Be the best and the first
Never give less than hundred
Percent in a verse
You better off lettin that
Judge sentence you first
Cause in the rap game
You get sent in a hearse
Don't confuse me with that
Gangsta or backpack everybody pack gats
(BOW) Play the audience and clap back
Boston beef on Boston streets
A lot of white sheets, people toss heat
Edo, told you faggots +I Got To Have It+
Shit get tragic, niggas get savage
Fathered all my children
Blood keeps spilling
Of men, women, and children
And innocent civilians
Four albums deep - same building
EdoG, Pete Rock, c'mon, make a killing!
See we all for them Benjamins
It's dark when we young like venison
Screamin on niggas like Sam Kinision (RRAH')
Practice on y'all, like I'm scrimmagin
All beef finishin, real no imaging
I puff purple with a chick that's cinnamon
Bust your brain cells 'til they hemorrhaging
You haters get stomped with
Nike stripes and Timberlands
And switch sides, like balls at Wimbledon
EdoG, I'm from Humboldt
Fulla cops, cutthroats
Blood soaks and gun smoke
Won't hesitate to show ya why
Outside of them clubs, they gon' blow ya high
I'm back to business silence every witness
+Roots+ so deep
Alex Haley couldn't script this
So easy how the Ed OG kick this
And I don't care how the world depict this
(Just call my name)
You wanna take it from the
Booth to the streets
And switch from pen and paper to the heats
(Just call my name)
Legendary, New York and Roxbury
EdoG, Pete Rock, and Jaysaun, we rock heavy
(Just call my name)
From the blocks to the hall of fame
It's all the same, the game don't change
(Just call my name)
We ain't scurred 'round here - nope
Any disrespect'll get you aired 'round here
(Just call my name)
We only do it for the most thorough
Coast to coast man, the Heckler & Koch'll
Scorch your whole borough (yep)
Reportin nerve and warfare similar
To Edward Morrow journalism
When your cheek bones and
Buckshot meet, homes, is cataclysm
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need desperate applause, we gon' clap ya
Shells spin ya rap actors
Counter-clockwise and backwards
Your soul torched and burnt down to a
Roach in a Backwoods, last word committee
Blows green all over the crime scene
It's not pretty
We came to party with friends
Sip Bacardi with skins
And litter the stage with bodies and limbs
There ain't no need to push me
I expose your squad
As hundred percent PUSSY! Your day
Job's way too pushy
Boston's best, put a OG and cross ya chest
You corny lil' rappers, you lost respect!
It's a blessing and a curse to
Be the best and the first
Never give less than hundred
Percent in a verse
You better off lettin that
Judge sentence you first
Cause in the rap game
You get sent in a hearse
Don't confuse me with that
Gangsta or backpack everybody pack gats
(BOW) Play the audience and clap back
Boston beef on Boston streets
A lot of white sheets, people toss heat
Edo, told you faggots +I Got To Have It+
Shit get tragic, niggas get savage
Fathered all my children
Blood keeps spilling
Of men, women, and children
And innocent civilians
Four albums deep - same building
EdoG, Pete Rock, c'mon, make a killing!