Call of the Wild lyrics

Ohh-eh-ohh, (M) ohhhh oh (F)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (C) ohhhh oh
Ohh-eh-ohh, (Ma-ma-ma-ma-magnum Force) ohhhh oh
Ohh-eh-ohh, (for LIFE) ohhhh oh

[Verse 1: Supreme]
Alright it's, time to show these n*ggas who's the nicest
Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a vice grip
Cooler than ice, what? CREAM flows is priceless
Angels of death, n*gga watch yo' step cause you might slip
I, stay with the hype sh*t but that's just me
The Elohim, motherf*cker I rip this sh*t for free
Stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme
Steam through your team, yeah y'all fools know me
I'm triple R rated, I push these herbs to the pavement
To put it in terms for laymen, this n*gga ain't playin'
I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin'
I slay men then I'm parlayin'

[Verse 2: Lidu Rock]
For all y'all n*ggas poppin' sh*t watch your step f*ck the talkin'
Little Rock on the motherf*ckin' scene get to walkin'
Guns is steady barkin', at them cats who lack
Actin like my mac won't spit holes through your Ac'
Or your Lex Land', you sets man far from lethal
This Representative will rip ass like Desert Eagles
f*ck a sequel, angel of death peep how I greet you
Leave you for dead and let the savage n*ggas eat you
[Verse 3: Rock]
Yo boy don't never, test M.F.C. this ain't no classroom
I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound
I'm p*ssed like a bathroom, come test the center, what?
I f*ck your whole starting five and your bench up, yo
f*ck what you been through and the troubles on your mental
Test Maldu and you'll get, sent through a window
Cut up like Ginsus, or Technic 1200's
b*tch n*ggas scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach
Waitin' for your bowels to move, 'cause you doo-doo
Bent up like you OD'd off Ex-Lax and Yoo-hoo
I blew through two crews, talkin' they garbage
Claimin' they funky? Maybe true 'cause you don't wash

* ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in background while Starang talks *

[Pre Verse 4: Starang Wondah]
M.F.C.! Starang Wondah no relation to Stevie
Word is Bon Jovi up in here
Heltah Skeltah, doin' it like this
Hardcore, what's the deal word up

[Verse 4: Hardcore]
Hardcore, far more than the average
n*ggas tried to bust but they gats get embarrassed
Sayin' that I'm small and belong in a carriage
(Sayin' what somebody else said) What is n*ggas, parrots?
[Verse 5: Starang Wondah]
Word up, my M.F.C. n*ggas won't have it, ya hate me?
'Cause I roll with dots, smokin' spliffs under the A.C
n*ggas be fakin', pullin' they guns out they holsters
Keep my sh*t right by my di*k like I'm supposed to
New Starang, I been this way ever since Eshkoshkah
Since my n*ggas chillin' on the roof on the poster

[Hardcore]
Wanna see me, only way you do that is on TV
(It's Hardcore) Starang Wondah no relation to Stevie

[Verse 6: Ruck]
Aiyyo I'm Tall Sean, I got rid of the afro
That sh*t played out like leather jackets with them tassels
Plus I splash those as*h*les who don't know no better
Personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar
Don't never, let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you
Slap you silly until he realize who's wrathful
Hate to make you an example Duke but I have to
Represent for my click leave that b*tch stiff like a statue
Caught between the Rock and the Ruck, it seems you trapped Duke
f*ckin' with them dirty ass n*ggas, go take a bath Duke
Half-dead, wonderin' how the f*ck did Ruck trap you
My man Hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you
[Verse 7: Doc Holiday]
Doc Holiday, O.K. Corral, my click be wild
Like the Muslims gettin' ass in the pit, that sh*t be foul
If your shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl
Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow
It's Doc, alone with my Glock, nice to meet ya
If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out, then I'mma see ya
I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea
Explain the pain I see on your face, or face the fears
Chick here, these groupies from somethin' be on my bumper
If shorty c*ck her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her
Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config
God crack your Arm Leg a Leg a Arm, and your Head
Motherf*cker

[Ruck]
For real, this is beautiful
Word is bond
Heltah Skeltah

[Rock]
Can we get it? Can we get it?

Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4X)

[Outro: Rock]
B.C.C., M.F.C., Triple R
Fab 5 all that sh*t bwoy
Horseman, boss men, word is bond
Drag you off men
We ain't bullsh*ttin', huh
My little n*gga Hardcore in the house
n*gga like four foot two
Smack the sh*t out of you and your crew
The f*ck you wanna do?