| Ha, ha, ha. |
| This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live
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| In this motherfucker, Keith Murray. |
| L.O.D
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| From the city niggas, ha ha ha…
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| Verse One: Keith Murray
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| Keith Murray’s still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes)
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| Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes)
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| Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer
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| Slip up the L.O.D. |
| will be behind you in the mirror
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| I make MC’s go from regular to fantasize
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| Realize my Squad be contagonized
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| I think the devil’s in this beat, fuckin with my speech
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| Makin me do his dirty work
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| Makin niggas kill each other on the streets
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| Mo murder, mo murder
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| Make no mistake, baby L.O.D. |
| traditional
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| Don’t make me have to come lookin for you
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| So, see what I’m sayin and watch your mouth
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| Cause my motherfuckin Squad hits the streets like a blackout
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| What is exactly real? |
| What is represent?
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| I see MC’s down and get in my last hits (bitch)
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| Niggas be around like «Yeah»
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| That’s what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Call my name and I’ll come runnin, gunnin
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| All ya’ll bummin niggas will get done in
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| Verse Two: keith Murray
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| My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors
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| All you niggas seem to hate us but your baby’s mothers love us
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| I’m the grand royal, hard to wear and tear
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| Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants
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| With virtuality, poetry I successfully
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| Bring crews agony in virtual reality
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| See, first I puzzle your brain like The Riddler
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| Then, I catch you in the gut like Jack the Ripper
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| I’m the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper
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| Wack MC get rid of nigga
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| I take it to the extreme, and overkill like Dramamine
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| Y’all niggas is sweet like jellybeans
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| Plus I knew your punk ass was soft
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| I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off
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| I’m the high wrecka, mic checka
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| Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers
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| Verse Three: Keith Murray
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| I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making MC’s nervous
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| Boy I’ll do you plenty
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| Which MC is in my category, if any, not many
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| See you thought like Nellie, now you shit like jelly
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| After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly
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| Niggas want to get ill, I’ll take it to stainless steel
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| And show em how it feel
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| You laugin at Keith? |
| You’re crying at yourself
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| Cause beef with Keith is bad for your health
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| Them bitch ass niggas tried to catch me for my self
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| I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call My Name, artist - Keith Murray. Album song Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул