Call It Wut You Want lyrics

[Intro]
House of Krazees in this b*tch
Lettin' these punk-ass n*ggas know
So ay yo, ay yo, Hektic
Show these n*ggas what's up

[Verse 1: Hektic]
f*ck it, I'm tired of standin' in the back
While tryin' to bat my sound, I rose underground
Groups, they [groove?], try to grasp [how stupid the style?]
I'll leave 'em hangin in a meat [?], check it
Nuts in hands as I chastise you fools
[I choose to make rules and do's whatever I choose?]
Known as a fighter so I fight for my respect
b*tches on my di*k, you better put that b*tch in check
You can dig the music, I can tell by the head bob
Workin' all these wack jobs and keep that sh*t alive
Change it up on the grave scene, I make green
Broke as a motherf*ckin joke, man, know what I mean
Caught you slippin', insanity puts a break in my mind
That's all jealousy, leave that sh*t behind
House of Krazees on that ass with the hellish talk
All you punk-ass b*tches call it what you want

[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
You motherf*ckers, I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimme some, I want all your cash
And put those hands in the air and don't stare
And don't compare your gangster ass to a psycho snare
I go to tackle you in shackles
So run, n*gga, run 'cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty n*ggas deep in a big Chevy
Guns can run the whole town, [f*ck if they be ready?]
And if you down, you down, if not, you're gon' lose
I choose the side of [the, the black, fool?]
Holdin' on, rollin' on your whole set
Disrespect your [moms?] so n*ggas you better check
So who's the n*gga with the biggest balls?
Who's the n*gga with his finger on the trigger in the dark hall?
So don't stall, I pitch from the nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bumps
So boom, click, boom
Mother f*ckers, check your rhymes
[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Well let me tell you, I f*ck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottom of the barrel and pay my bills
I was homebound with my home sweet home
After Season of the Pumpkin, you thought I was gone
But now I'm back, and I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin', no need for provokin' bullsh*t
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss, well, who's next
Can you f*ck with a mind full of affliction
We built the house, no need for eviction
Can you believe the truth in a pack of lies?
Can you see the killer behind the disguise?
Peep the scene, I bring it fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest to let your b*tch ass know

[Outro]
[?]
Yeah motherf*cker we f*ckin sh*t up
[?] up in that ass
[?]
We about to check your mind fool
Ain't nobody [?]
[?]
What you know about the album?
What the f*ck do you know about the album, n*gga?
Yeah
[You gotta drink ?] that sh*t up boy
We out like that, oh [?]
Oh, I can't[?]
I don't give a f*ck who y'all be
[?]
b*tch!