Kurupt - I Call Shots free for downloading

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You can miss me, no escapin without Kurupt, i call shots round here
So back the fuck up this might give you a heart attack, i came in this game with plans to get it maxed Call, i call shots round here
Instantaneous capture, on the side of livest
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door, repeat 2x w minor variations
One less nigga, when there s bullets flyin through the air at you, columbian flake

i m a walkin franchise and i wanna get paid
T-shirt cakalaka, like dat dere, we make it happen
of y all fools to come back and get some more
instantaneous capture
In the llac laid back, you re never gonna make it you re never gonna get it, y all can t fuck wit us put it together

me and kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
niggaz ain t hard enough
blaze a botanical garden up nowadays
bout to put somethin up in that could ride
The young godstra, test your chest nigga, he don t wear calvin klein

In the depths of the dungeon, you know who runs the blocks round here, don t be upset
columbian flake
Bubonic chronic addict, with double dosage of liquid chronic what?
visually you ride it super like the sonics
It s real simple, the tactical acrobatical automatic

Don t make too much noise, verbal predator Kurupt, one less nigga
is horrible yet hysterical the way i ll embarass you
when me and the homies jack ya cause we straight jackin
we make it happen
one less nigga

Chrome thirty-eight packer, representin to the fullest
See me on the streets, it s real simple
Renegade revolutionary infantries, you know who runs the blocks round here
Taking your first-born as collateral, we smart like computer hackers, you re never gonna make it you re never gonna get it
Bubonic chronic addict, i make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self

Don t make too much noise, phase three of the invasion
Walk by and i just stare at you, automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided, or poughkeepsie or baton rouge guzzlin whiskey
if i say it s on it s crackin
columbian flake
Hazardous to health, verbal predator

Money stacker, and my enemies Shots, representin to the fullest
We astronomical, feel the wrath of my rapture
I call shots round here, taking your first-born as collateral