Call It What U Want (1997) lyrics

[Intro]
[?] wicked [?]

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Motherf*ckers, I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimme some, I want all your cash
And put your hands in the air and don't stare
[(Break yourself, break yourself)?]
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 your whole town, f*ck if you 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 thе nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bumps
So boom, click, boom
Mothеr f*ckers, check your rhymes

[Interlude]
Call it what you want, motherf*cker
Yeah, call it what the f*ck you want
Call it this, and call it that
But yo, it all boils down to the same f*ckin' thing
[Verse 2: 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 tiger?], so I fights 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 bobs
Workin' all these wack jobs and keep that sh*t alive
Change it up on the grave scene, I make green
Broker than a motherf*ckin' joke, man, know what I mean
Caught you slippin', insanity puts a break in my mind
It'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

[Interlude]
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, b*tch
Nineteen motherf*cking ninety five
Remix on that ass, call it what you want
Ey yo, you can call it this, you can call it that
It's like I said before, yo
It all boils down to the same thing
[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Well let me tell you, I f*ck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottle 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]
House of Krazees, bumpin' this beat
(Bust my vision as an artist deliver the rhymes)
Servin' that ass, servin' yo ass, n*gga
(Don't try to [?])
Servin' you, servin' your whole crew
Check nuts, check nuts, n*gga
Ay yo, y'all motherf*ckers thought y'all could handle
Ay yo, keep workin' at that sh*t, you'll get it
([?] streets)
(The huntin's on, and we're the prey)