Call Em Up - Hussein Fatal

Call 'em up

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Welcome to my world of materialistic motherfuckers

That’s how it is when I’m hanging and banging

Welcome to my world, where I be straight stripping motherfuckers

'Cause they be suckers slangin' goods in my hood

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Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

You better call somebody (eh yoooo)

'Cause I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body

Materialistic, mean, cherry red, mystic seat

You heard him floss, but he can’t do shit wit' me

You heard of the Outlawz, but motherfucker this is the G

And won’t change for a muh’fucker, this is me

Down to the ground and cherish peeps that past before me

I’m still here for the real homies that’s askin' for me

No love, but for those that’ll blast before me

Don’t ask mamma for shit, but please have a casket for me

Hustler without a record deal, your boy still kill them

Gun off safety, gangster 31 like Roy Williams

In the hood, 'cause I wanna be, and when I feel like it’s on

I give them the look to put your pussy niggas under me

It’s a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from

When you you gotta pay back the same shit you take from

Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

Welcome to my world of materialistic motherfuckers

That’s how it is when I’m hanging and banging

Welcome to my world, where I be straight stripping motherfuckers

'Cause they be suckers, slangin' goods in my hood

Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

You better call somebody (eh yoooo)

'Cause I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body

I floss like a boss supposed to, and it musta

Been something he did that make him ever cross or choke you

I’m hood, without this rap shit, homie I’m hood

I ain’t bragging 'bout my thug life, fuck it I’m good

The killers feel me and they don’t kill me, mane I hustle

One man hit team, Ali Bang for muscle

What do we have hear now?

Nope

Not 2Pac, another thug nigga, brazin'

Similar style, Hard Life Entertainment in life

To a white mans world when you get played wit' your life

Won’t front I’m a rap nigga, but the dangerous type

And how I’m livin' I ain’t sayin' it’s right, but I’m the real hood

I bang and floss on these niggas 'cause it feels good

And if the jealous ain’t kill them, then the pills would

These niggas know they know what I’m known for

But they won’t think it’s real 'til I’m standing in their grill wit' a chrome 4

Welcome to my world of materialistic motherfuckers

That’s how it is when I’m hanging and banging

Welcome to my world where I be straight stripping motherfuckers

'Cause they be suckers, slangin' goods in my hood

Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up

You better call somebody

'Cause I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body

Call your homeboys up

You better get on that Boost Mobile nigga

And you hope you do—

You better hope that you didn’t run out of minutes

I’m telling you that now, 'cause I ain’t running outta shots

Big Q, yeah

Hard Life Entertainment

Y’all know what it is, Hussein Fatal, Jersey stand up — Right!

I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body