Call Um Out

[Talking: K-Rino]

Yeah!

We goin send this one out, to all these scared to death Negros

In the streets, in the suites

At your job, under their own roof

Hiding under covers

Grown men wearing panties in their own house

Listen, listen...

[Verse 1:]

What's your purpose in the game? fool let's get things straight

All you ever brought to the table was a fork and a plate

How we goin elevate and throat cutting never decrease

You steady tryna start war I'm tryna delegate peace

We tryna mash up in these streets you road blocking the grind

I'm tryna stop boys from doing dope you steady supplying

Trusting dead hopeless wounded bad and fake inside

Love is on life support and happiness got murdered for smiling

We love the kids that's why you give em words that don't benefit them

We tryna stay away from the police you chopping game with em (snitch)

Making money and live good is the general consistence

We the hater's terminators if you ain't with us you against us

[Hook:]

When the haters in the game start mentioning yo name

Throwing dirt telling lies tryna knock you out the frame

Call um out!

Uh, don't be playing 'round with em' call um out!

Don't be staying down with em'

Listen

[Verse 2:]

What the hell is you a sensitive thug?

I would give you a hug but I prefer a 38 slug

To the side of yo skull and open up a circular plug

And let the contents of yo mug spill all over the rug

You talk a lot of gangsta talk but weak as your atheist

I can detect hating and fakeness from a 90 mile radius

They used to say the devil made em do it no shame

But boys is coming up with things now that the devil won't claim

I'm from the hood where murders get ignored and folks get framed

When the streets talk better hope that they don't mention ya name

And if you doing dirt then do it by yourself no crew

So if you get caught can't nobody tell on you but you

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Call um out when they killing the mood

When you tryna feed the family but they hogging the food

If somebody disrespect you or play with your cash

Do they ass like a sound system and put em' on blast

All that fronting that they do is affecting you

And if your preacher is a hypocrite then check him too

Don't let these vipers throw you off track and twist up the facts

Talking behind your back about business you tryna transact

And rule #1 in the Real Player Handbook

If you don't stand up for your's then you deserved to get it took

And it's an eye for an eye, a lick for a lick

And a life for a life, and haters they die quick

You punked out when it was time to face up to the powers

And got physically devoured cause even God hates a coward

There your tongue cause you ain't know what being real is about

You gon die anyway you might as well call um out

[Hook]