"Callin' Your Bluff" as written by Joseph Eugene Chrisman, Bobby Emmons, Michael A. Leech, Bobby Wood and Reggie Young....
Wanna nut up? sucka what up? run up punk or shut up
Cause I'ma put a slug in your lung and have you coughin' blood up
Cause I'm fed up with you suckaz talkin' threats behind my back
But when you see me you avoid me, punk you said you gonna snap
I ain't no heavyweight so demonstrate your plan to bust my grill
I guess you heard it through the grapevine, that Norteno Woodie kills
I ain't tryin' to knock your teeth out, I'm tryin' to blow your brains out
With a tre-five-sev I'll leave your skull hollow and body laid out
It's that yoc life that got me like this ain't no point in me to fight it
My veins are pumpin' a virus and I call it homicidus
For my scrap killin' tendencies, ain't lookin' for no remedies
I'm thinkin' of ways to get more straps to execute my enemiez
The APD wanna see the end of me so I gotta watch my step
I take back-roads and speak in code 'cause phone calls they will intercept
And I bet, they're posted down the block with black binocs
Stakin' out the spot if shit gets hot their scope is on my knot
I still plot strategies of dissipating gun powder
Hit that block wit an s-k chop and watch these hollow tips devour

Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside
Dank and liquor got ya' feelin' brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff
So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up

Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside
Dank and liquor got ya' feelin' brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff
So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up

That evilness prevails, can't you tell? follow them bloody trails
That I left behind you'll find my life is full of wicked tales
Dirty deeds fulfill my needs of tragedies to enemies
Beggin' me for mercy on their knees before the triggaz squeezed
Creepin' through the cuts, man that yoc life got me nuts
Got me juiced and gettin' looser than the pussy of a slut
I'll break you off a fatal shot to show what I'm about
Don't underestimate 'cause that's how most these fools get taken out
A tre-five-sev will spread a suckaz guts across the block
A twenty-two will break his skull and rattle up his knot
Either way he's gonna die if my intent is homicide
He could have forty-five calibers but only got one life
I know you killaz feel me, that sickness got me pumped up
And sucked up into fatal ways of dealin' with what comes up
It's fucked up, but that's life and life now days just ain't right
I'm gonna live behind the trigger til I'm in my grave-site
So if you want me come and get me suckaz if you dare
Yeah I shot your homiez and you know what I don't fuckin' care
Fuck ya'll and them haters too, do or die I choose to do
Norte sidin' ridin' down your block, Woodie's comin' through!

Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside
Dank and liquor got ya' feelin' brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff
So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up

Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside
Dank and liquor got ya' feelin' brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff
So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up


Lyrics submitted by TracyX4

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