Whatever U Wanna Call It

(feat. Hell Rell)
(Intro)
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
Im back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye !)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
Its bout that time you know
(Chorus)
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im loose
(Juelz Santana)
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open dont sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
Thats why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon , steel weapon
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im loose
(Hell Rell)
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, Im like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga Ive been the star (I aint have shit)
I remember when I didnt have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz Gd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I aint no cheap ass nigga
Im always gonna ride this Im a weed sack nigga, YUP!
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im loose
(Juelz Santana )
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga whats good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We dont crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we dont rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
Till the cops shut us down or waste respect
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state , my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga Im loose
(repeat to fade)