Call My Name Lyrics
| Song | Call My Name |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | Enigma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：dr. trevis | |
| Ha, ha, ha. this is dr. trevis, coming to you live | |
| In this motherfucker, keith murray. l.o.d. | |
| From the city niggaz, ha ha ha... | |
| Verse one: keith murray | |
| Keith murray's still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes) | |
| Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes) | |
| Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer | |
| Slip up the l.o.d. will be behind you in the mirror | |
| I make mc's go from regular to fantasize | |
| Realize my squad be categorized | |
| I think the devil's in this beat, fuckin with my speech | |
| Makin me do his dirty work | |
| Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets | |
| Mo murder, mo murder | |
| Make no mistake, baby l.o.d. traditional | |
| Don't make me have to come lookin for you | |
| So, see what i'm sayin and watch your mouth | |
| Cause my motherfuckin squad hits the streets like a blackout | |
| What is exactly real? what is represent? | |
| I see mc's down and get in my last hits (bitch) | |
| Niggaz be around like "yeah" | |
| That's what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Call my name and i'll come runnin, gunnin | |
| All ya'll bummin niggaz will get done in | |
| Verse two: keith murray | |
| My squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors | |
| All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby's mothers love us | |
| I'm the grand royal, hard to wear and tear | |
| Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants | |
| With virtuality, poetry i successfully | |
| Bring crews agony in virtual reality | |
| See, first i puzzle your brain like the riddler | |
| Then, i catch you in the gut like jack the ripper | |
| I'm the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper | |
| Wack mc get rid of nigga | |
| I take it to the extreme, and overkill like dramamine | |
| Y'all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans | |
| Plus i knew your punk ass was soft | |
| I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off | |
| I'm the high wrecka, mic checka | |
| Wilin out like red hot chili peppers | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: keith murray | |
| I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making mc's nervous. | |
| Boy i'll do you plenty | |
| Which mc is in my category, if any, not many | |
| See you thought like nellie, now you shit like jelly | |
| After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly | |
| Niggaz want to get ill, i'll take it to stainless steel | |
| And show em how it feel | |
| You laugin at keith? you're crying at yourself | |
| Cause beef with keith is bad for your health | |
| Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self | |
| I licked nine shots and jetted off in my stealth | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: dr. trevis | |
| Ha, ha, ha. this is dr. trevis, coming to you live | |
| In this motherfucker, keith murray. l. o. d. | |
| From the city niggaz, ha ha ha... | |
| Verse one: keith murray | |
| Keith murray' s still coming from the north, south, east, west yes | |
| Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest yes | |
| Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer | |
| Slip up the l. o. d. will be behind you in the mirror | |
| I make mc' s go from regular to fantasize | |
| Realize my squad be categorized | |
| I think the devil' s in this beat, fuckin with my speech | |
| Makin me do his dirty work | |
| Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets | |
| Mo murder, mo murder | |
| Make no mistake, baby l. o. d. traditional | |
| Don' t make me have to come lookin for you | |
| So, see what i' m sayin and watch your mouth | |
| Cause my motherfuckin squad hits the streets like a blackout | |
| What is exactly real? what is represent? | |
| I see mc' s down and get in my last hits bitch | |
| Niggaz be around like " yeah" | |
| That' s what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Call my name and i' ll come runnin, gunnin | |
| All ya' ll bummin niggaz will get done in | |
| Verse two: keith murray | |
| My squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors | |
| All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby' s mothers love us | |
| I' m the grand royal, hard to wear and tear | |
| Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants | |
| With virtuality, poetry i successfully | |
| Bring crews agony in virtual reality | |
| See, first i puzzle your brain like the riddler | |
| Then, i catch you in the gut like jack the ripper | |
| I' m the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper | |
| Wack mc get rid of nigga | |
| I take it to the extreme, and overkill like dramamine | |
| Y' all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans | |
| Plus i knew your punk ass was soft | |
| I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off | |
| I' m the high wrecka, mic checka | |
| Wilin out like red hot chili peppers | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: keith murray | |
| I got defly breath control, with sick vocabulary making mc' s nervous. | |
| Boy i' ll do you plenty | |
| Which mc is in my category, if any, not many | |
| See you thought like nellie, now you shit like jelly | |
| After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly | |
| Niggaz want to get ill, i' ll take it to stainless steel | |
| And show em how it feel | |
| You laugin at keith? you' re crying at yourself | |
| Cause beef with keith is bad for your health | |
| Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self | |
| I licked nine shots and jetted off in my stealth | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: dr. trevis | |
| Ha, ha, ha. this is dr. trevis, coming to you live | |
| In this motherfucker, keith murray. l. o. d. | |
| From the city niggaz, ha ha ha... | |
| Verse one: keith murray | |
| Keith murray' s still coming from the north, south, east, west yes | |
| Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest yes | |
| Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer | |
| Slip up the l. o. d. will be behind you in the mirror | |
| I make mc' s go from regular to fantasize | |
| Realize my squad be categorized | |
| I think the devil' s in this beat, fuckin with my speech | |
| Makin me do his dirty work | |
| Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets | |
| Mo murder, mo murder | |
| Make no mistake, baby l. o. d. traditional | |
| Don' t make me have to come lookin for you | |
| So, see what i' m sayin and watch your mouth | |
| Cause my motherfuckin squad hits the streets like a blackout | |
| What is exactly real? what is represent? | |
| I see mc' s down and get in my last hits bitch | |
| Niggaz be around like " yeah" | |
| That' s what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Call my name and i' ll come runnin, gunnin | |
| All ya' ll bummin niggaz will get done in | |
| Verse two: keith murray | |
| My squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors | |
| All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby' s mothers love us | |
| I' m the grand royal, hard to wear and tear | |
| Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants | |
| With virtuality, poetry i successfully | |
| Bring crews agony in virtual reality | |
| See, first i puzzle your brain like the riddler | |
| Then, i catch you in the gut like jack the ripper | |
| I' m the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper | |
| Wack mc get rid of nigga | |
| I take it to the extreme, and overkill like dramamine | |
| Y' all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans | |
| Plus i knew your punk ass was soft | |
| I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off | |
| I' m the high wrecka, mic checka | |
| Wilin out like red hot chili peppers | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: keith murray | |
| I got defly breath control, with sick vocabulary making mc' s nervous. | |
| Boy i' ll do you plenty | |
| Which mc is in my category, if any, not many | |
| See you thought like nellie, now you shit like jelly | |
| After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly | |
| Niggaz want to get ill, i' ll take it to stainless steel | |
| And show em how it feel | |
| You laugin at keith? you' re crying at yourself | |
| Cause beef with keith is bad for your health | |
| Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self | |
| I licked nine shots and jetted off in my stealth | |
| Chorus |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)