Name Callin’ lyrics

[Hook] (4x)
Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin'
I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'

[Verse 1]
Hold my Heineken, 'Pache, I'm 'bout to catch a charge
b*tches that think they hard get snuffed, f*ck the bodyguard
They need to shut the f*ck up, or step to me
All they can do is be mad at me, b*tch, don't threaten me
n*ggas don't know I'm nice with these, you pay the price with these
Come by this Pisces, your life cease
You couldn't see me if you looked at my life like Mary
Your style is cheesy, how you gon' beef? You dairy!
Better be wary, cuz if it's necessary
Be shoot the joint, I'll leave you somethin' for the tooth fairy
And all you rappers sellin' more sex than skill, chill
I'll rip your style, all the while keep my sex appeal
Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you
And I was raised by my n*ggas from the Flavor U
So f*ck giving props where they ain't due
f*ck you and that n*gga
Who wrote the rhyme for you too
I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs
And you'll never be the woman that your father was
Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south
Next b*tch say somethin' (word), I'm goin' in your mouth
[Hook] (2x)

[Verse 2]
Another b*tch after my crown but I don't hate her
Cuz she couldn't come up if she was gettin' f*cked in the elevator
What, you thought I wouldn't check your chin?
Though I was your f*ckin' friend?
See you and speak, tonight all that sh*t ends
Don't act extra, where you from?
High post on low income and then some
Ready to leave your gums numb
Listenin' to you is like wack sex
A premature ejaculation
A quickie, that gets me stressed
You're doin' it but it don't thrill me, b*tch, you know you feel me
Don't get scared now, time to face the real me
I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal
Ready to bring you some pain, yo
Comin' up with that playdough
Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp
Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil' Kim
We know bootleg, Korean, coughin', schemin' ho
I know it's bootleg cuz they misspelled Moschino
What's worse? Your Press-Ons, hair or gear?
I should buy your contract
Put your ass on hold for another year
You picked the wrong one, so bring your click
Now we can handle this like ladies
Or get into some ol' otha sh*t!
[Hook] (2x)

[Nikki D]
Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon sh*t
But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics, from toastin' too many spirits
f*ck all these cheesy bum b*tches fakin' these riches
n*ggas representin' for these real live n*ggas, '96
What the deal? Chicks pimpin' they sex appeal
How you feel? (Stupid!)
Got the still now, dead up in your grill
Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry whore
Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss
Overload your whole dome piece, when I rock sh*t like this
You can't flip, cuz jiggaboos be gettin' twisted (What?)
All that high sh*t that you be smokin' got you buggin'
Think that you could step to my crew?
We be nut smugglin'!
Turnin' rough n*ggas into b*tches like "what?!"