I Call Shots

Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?

It's the big homeboy

Snoop Dogg

And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker

D.P.G.C., y'know

Representin to the fullest, like dat dere

Y'KNOW![Kurupt]

Organized madness

The young

GodstraHa hah, young

Frank Sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: repeat 2

X (w/ minor variations)

I call, I call shots round here

Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here

Slow down down here, don't make too much noise

You know who runs the blocks round here[Kurupt]

Psychosomatic, automatic static

Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict

Astrononimcal in the

Thunderdome center

In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly

Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit

Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls

Camouflage, on the side of livest

Bout to put somethin up in that garage

It's time for, world war three motherfucker

You know me,

Young Got-ti motherfucker

I holds the microphone like a grudge

In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up

This might give you a heart attack

It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that

Than that..

Chorus[Kurupt]

The tactical acrobatical automatic

Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided

Visually you ride it

Super like the

SonicsPotent like gin and tonic being injected through the veinswith double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)

Columbian flake, the top rate

Irate lost mental state

Stallion I'm want about a million or moreof y'all fools to come back and get some more

You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door

He don't wear

Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour

He got some

Cortez or some

Converse on

All-Stars,

G'd from the hat to the floor

You can miss me,

I'm probably chillin up in

Mississippior

Poughkeepsie or

Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey

I'm a walkin franchise and

I wanna get paid

Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade

Persuasion, phase three of the invasion

I gots to break loose cause

I'm feelin caged in

Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up

Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enoughto bombard and bogart, spots like these

Renegade revolutionary infantries

I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it

You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us

Put it together, our squad 1999

Mod SquadUniversal

Soldiers,

I thought

I told yaChorus[Roscoe]

I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper

Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer

Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka

Verbal predator, fake rap attacker

Gotti jawbreaker,

Roscoe the back cracker

Money makin, we smart like computer hackers

I came in this game with plans to get it maxed

And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture

No escapin without, instantaneous capture

Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya

Cause we straight jackin, if

I say it's on it's crackin

Young thugs, from

Y.A., we make it happen

Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein

ElvisI grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis

My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health

I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self

Who am I?

The incorrigible lyrical miracleis horrible yet hysterical the way

I'll embarass you

See me on the streets, walk by and

I just stare at you

Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you

Test your chest nigga?

One less nigga

Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga

We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical

Taking your first-born as collateral![Kurupt]

I call, I call shots round here