[Chorus] 

They wanna know (All you have to do) 

know how I do 

Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) 

Why you playing, why you playing? 

I be going like two and two 

With some hot shit ready to spit for you 

With the songs that you love just to get you through 



[Verse 1] 

Back in effect 

I'm back to collect 

Got the respect 

Which will turn into the cash or a check 

You can, pay me in fear, you can pay me with love 

You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood 

Spray me with slugs, and the revolution live, I never die in vain 

The writer might be dead but the piece remain on the train (yea) 

The music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth 

So what I spit is the embodiment I do for self 

As a teen it was kinda hard to find a job 

I took over my writer's bloc and ran it like a spot 

I'm Pimp C in this game nigga, I'm a hard 

But I'm never feasting on it, keep speaking on it God 

That's what they say when I'm building, I keep my dialogue street 

But still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque 

Or the sin of God that don't preach or go where the sinners are 

And keep the fire burning like a slum lord in the Bronx 



[Chorus] 

Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do 

Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) 

I be going like two and two 

With some more hot shit ready to spit for you 

With the songs that you love just to get you through 

Ma 



[Verse 2] 

Rhyme writer from nine to five 

It's the 25 to lifers with the balance of the acrobatic high wires 

The pain of the slave with his back feeling like fire 

'Cuz the whip talking to his ass like Knight Rider 

Most of these rappers now days be sounding like liars 

Got visions of guns in they head like the Pied Piper 

When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters 

'Cuz they shit is faker than the dreads on Mikah Phifer 

The industry is in trouble 

Plus these industry niggaz is fake, so they tend to be in a bubble 

So I hit the block where they're known to thicken the plot 

Sticking up cops, kids be pocket-picking they Glocks (my man) 

Balling outta control, don't be forgetting that niggaz is broker than dishes at a Greek wedding 

They might try to run up on you, take your life quick 

It's like this when you walk the strip up on the night shift 



[Chorus] 

Let 'em know 

Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do 

Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) 

I be going like two & two 

With some more hot shit ready to spit for you 

With the songs that you love to get you through 

Ma 



[Verse 3] 

This right here the bare essentials with no extras y'all 

I kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more 

Brooklyn is cooking and I blessed it with the special sauce 

I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss 

Fresher than kicks out the box, the kids on the block 

That is street hungry trying to get that sweet honey out the rock 

Crack in the socks when they click the row thicker than sour sop 

Listening to my black power rock 

Music, of this hip hop we be rock to it 

I'm a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it 

You wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first 

Lil' Kim went to jail for what you do in every single verse (free Lil' Kim) 

Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery 

And we in the United States of emergency 

One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me 

Is I change lanes like I change planes and change currency 



[Chorus] 

They wanna know, tell them (All you have to do is call me) 

of course I will 'cuz you know how I do 

Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) 

I be going like two and two 

With some more hot shit ready to spit for you 

With the songs that you love to get you through 

Ma