Keith Murray - Call My NameLyrics

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