Pete Rock - Just Call My Name lyrics

[Verse One: Edo.G] Dog, I'm too menacing See we all for them Benjamins It's dark when we young like venison Screamin on n***as like Sam Kinision (RRAH~!) Practice on y'all, like I'm scrimmagin All beef finishin, real no imaging I puff purple with a chick that's cinnamon Bust your brain cells 'til they hemorrhaging You haters get stomped with Nike stripes and Timberlands And switch sides, like balls at Wimbledon Edo.G, I'm from Humboldt Fulla cops, cutthroats, blood soaks and gun smoke Won't hesitate to show ya why Outside of them clubs, they gon' blow ya high I'm back to business... silence every witness +Roots+ so deep, Alex Haley couldn't script this So easy how the Ed O.G. kick this And I don't care how the world depict this [Hook: Jaysaun] (Edo.G) (Just call my name!) You wanna take it from the booth to the streets And switch from pen and paper to the heats (Just call my name!) Legendary, New York and Roxbury Edo.G, Pete Rock, and Jaysaun, we rock heavy (Just call my name!) From the blocks to the hall of fame It's all the same, the game don't change (Just call my name!) We ain't scurred 'round here - nope Any disrespect'll get you aired 'round here (Just call my name) [Verse Two: Jaysaun] We only do it for the most thorough, coast to coast Man, the Heckler & Koch'll scorch your whole borough (yep!) Reportin nerve and warfare similar to Edward Morrow journalism When your cheek bones and buckshot meet, homes, is cataclysm It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin, young'n Comin at ya coast signed by Edo.G as Pete smacks ya Need desperate applause, we gon' clap ya Shells spin ya rap actors counter-clockwise and backwards Your soul torched and burnt down to a Roach in a Backwoods, last word committee Blows green all over the crime scene, it's not pretty We came to party with friends, sip Bacardi with skins And litter the stage with bodies and limbs There ain't no need to push me, I expose your squad As hundred percent PUSSY! Your day job's way too pushy [Hook] [Verse Three: Edo.G] Boston's best, put a O.G. and cross ya chest You corny lil' rappers, you lost respect! It's a blessing and a curse to be the best and the first Never give less than hundred percent in a verse You better off lettin that judge sentence you first Cause in the rap game, you get sent in a hearse Don't confuse me with that gangsta or backpack Everybody pack gats (BOW!) Play the audience and clap back Boston beef on Boston streets A lot of white sheets, people toss heat Edo, told you f*ggots +I Got To Have It+ sh** get tragic, n***as get savage Fathered all my children, blood keeps spilling Of men, women, and children, and innocent civilians Four albums deep - same building Edo.G, Pete Rock, c'mon, make a k**ing! [Hook]