text: Ill be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble
  Yall cant stoop to my level, Im like the devil or whatever
  Im picking em up and throwing em down like dishes
  Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam the sons of bitches
  I aint bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road
  Theyll be fucked up when I gets into my calling mode
  Then cut the clown up on they ass like Bozo
  Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like Jo Jo Dancer
  Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
  Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
  But the question Should we take that bullshit from them people?
  Im making 300 on my SAT yet I am equal
  Aint no sequel, no saga, no way out, Im nervous
  Ive had it up to fohead of suckas tryin to serve us
  To graduate is really becomin a very stressful journey
  I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me
  Into a hate monger, and Im wishing and I wonder
  Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer
  I think not, Officer Friendly tryin to dig up in me
  He said Im half assed and got no future
  And so he sent me up the creek and shit
  Stroking like hell without no paddle
  But niggas is gettin smart, we back on the saddle
  No longer, yall know yall had us down for some years
  Its the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  As I step up, the stage is empty
  No words cause I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
  Dont call me T, its a T thang with a G swang
  Let my nuts hang down to the flo mane
  Smoking that dang dang, making mics swang
  In my 2-8-0 Z, nobody can see me, cruising down the block
  Just like I was a squirrel in a world full of nuts
  Damn, Id probably be mad even if I called Uncle Sam
  To bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B
  T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie Brandon B
  Dont flex, Im next, I break necks too
  Rolling with OutKast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94
  Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, you know what Im sayin?
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  Yeah, Im steady bucking muthafuckas
  Not ducking em like duck goose, Im heavily strapped, yeah niggas
  Squeezing rhymes like that noose around your neck
  You cant hang with this, see aint no thangs to this
  I show no pity so take off because Im dangerous
  I breaks em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking
  Speaking of breaking, break on out or get your life taken, boy
  Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split
  Simply means Im bringing the funk with the hollow tips
  Playa shit is how Im kicking it
  Coming around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
  So fuck it or flip it, Ill still be a playa
  Puffy afro with nigga naps off in my hair
  Shit, thats simply how I run my shit and thats how it be
  That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, yeek
  See Im a playa, got my struggle on
  Thinking about the volume and thickness of my bankroll
  You see the cops is in my shit like colon cancer
  Even though I never smoke that shit like ...yeah
  I give a call of da wild to my niggas around the projects
  So dont flex or get served with a pop neck shit
  OG, original gangsta, not quite
  But maybe when Im locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right
  Lifes a bitch with a G-string, its either in your ass or it aint
  So you can see who can really hang
  But yall dont wanna do nothing, yall can go to hell
  Aint no playas in office cause Im locked off in a cell
  So can you feel me, nigga
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
  Khujo, coming in dope, bring it
  I got more problems than the average Joe
  So bro dont come round me with your flim flam, hot damn
  Its a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
  Ks madness into capping
  Throw in a few more logs, so my fire looking through the want ads
  And only red hot, desire in your pot is something wicked
  But you cant feel it, stick it up your monkey ass
  I could let shit ride in the past, now its time to blast that ass
  Shhh... Mr. Knighton take off your hat
  Cant even my wear my locs in
  Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it
  Made you go no holds barred
  Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew
  And they just might want to battle you
  Out with the quickness
  The price of living is beginning to be a risky business
  Uncaged, Parkay
  How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits?
  This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain...
  Dope cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments
  In Chappell Forest, its gettin horrid
  The hunted child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!
  I let out a call to da wild
  I let out a call to da wild