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!

organized madness

the young godstra

ha hah

young frank sinatra

beotch!

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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

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 could ride

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. the tactical acrobatical automatic

automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided

visually you ride it super like the sonics

potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins

with double dosage of liquid chronic

columbian flake

the top rate

irate lost mental state

stallion i'm want about a million or more

of 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 gortex or some converse on

all-stars

g'd from the hat to the floor

you can miss me

i'm probably chillin up in mississippi

or 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 enough

to 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 squad

universal soldiers

i thought i told ya

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 elvis

i 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 miracle

is 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!

i call

i call shots round here