Callin My Names (feat. B. Jokes, Minor & Bandit)

I see a vision in the mirror's Camera lenses don't appear A foggy night clear smoking ...in the rear 20 fucking head's not even knowing why I'm here A gang of tattoo's i can't define the word free Manipulated but I'm off like a raven with a pipe and a clock foo i can't be faded Cause i was hot you better blast on the spot piss on your hand so you don't get caught I've seen a lot mano ... on lock big bad varrio dos trece spooks street block Come and play don't complain foo you know we insane See me banging in my hood even on a rainy day It's my sickness cause I'm handing bizz shout out to my homies doing time in the pin So rest in peace nutty cause yo little army's coming Can't catch me running I'm dumping like we bumping Calling my names Don't give a fuck when i dump and I'm posted in the hood Still calling my names Banging well we slanging and we up to no good Calling my names Don't give a fuck when i dump and I'm posted in the hood Still calling my names Banging well we slanging and we up to no good It's just an other full clip constrict by the pistol grip At time's like this i wonder who can i trust in this straight world wide gangsterism cause the lames that claim to bang ain't paying attention It's a scanless cold game you gotta be on yo toes... knows war's on with multiple Bullet hole's from a chain with a spark