beelow – don’t call me lyrics
[beelow talking]
say bra, say bra
[thug addict]
sh-t!
[beelow]
you know who you sound like man? man hold up
[thug addict]
ahh!
[beelow]
mama, say mama come listen to this n-gg- say bra,
you know who you sound like?
[thug addict]
[chorus]
don’t call me, n-gg- don’t call me n-gg-
don’t call me no f-ckin’ mystikal!
i’ma thug rider, i’ma on fire, you don’t wanna f-ck with me
i f-ck over every mc, i f-ck over every mc
don’t call me, n-gg- don’t call me n-gg- don’t call me no f-ckin’ mystikal!
[thug addict]
i’m the jesse james in this rap game,
i come tighter then black suprems on a n-gg- head
i’m bad!, the type of n-gg- f-ck with you bad!
i f-ck over ya, drown ya with yo stupid -ss!
i’m askin’, why i decided to stay state capital
bad -ss lil’ rascal, i’m that n-gg-, b-tch i’m that rapper!
indosposeable, uncontrollable, i run yo -ss over
like an motherf-ckin’ bull dozer!
i told ya boy, a soldier boy!
i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ play toy
i’m that n-gg-, people be talkin’ bout
boy you wrong! the coldest n-gg- that you ever hear
play it on the track, like a f-kin’ guitar
i make it jingle, and glingle, and wrap it up like a wrath of terror
i can throw it and blow it, high up in the air!
i’ma super duper, lil’ trooper spit sh-t like a buger
come through the speaker like freddy krueger
die b-tch!, and do a lil’ somethin’ to ya
you know, i told you motherf-ckers from the get go!
[chorus]
[beelow]
d-mn bra, you sound just like that n-gg- mystikal man
[thug addict]
man, i don’t sound like no motherf-ckin’ mystikal
[beelow]
i ain’t lyin’, say bra say that sh-t again
[thug addict]
man, i say what the f-ck i wanna say
{beelow}
man, say that sh-t again, n-gg- sound just like mystikal bra
d-mn, don’t he sound just like that n-gg-, let me get yo autograph
[thug addict]
i’m sick and tired of motherf-ckers lyin’
talkin’ bout i’m try’na sound like somebody
try’na get down like somebody
i’m respected highly, lyrical violent
i’m that other n-gg- on the mic, hollin’
stylin’, comin’ through this motherf-cker straight up hirin’
flossin’ in the bat cave, like batman and robin!
actin’ like a man on fire!
f-ck with me n-gg-, better put a bullet in yo f-ckin’ noggin!
chop, chop ya is my f-ckin’ hobby!
they bout that bullsh-t! i doubt it!
they label me a black john gotti!
n-gg-, i’ma be cold when i’m 90!
whoopin’ highly, on the mic still crackin’
you ain’t heard bout me!
that mean, ya probably ain’t f-ckin’ worried bout me!
so don’t call me no other n-gg- call me thug addict!
don’t call me!
don’t call me!
no f-ckin’ mystikal!
[till song finishes]
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