Calling
Tune ft Akon Raquel & P. Money Lyrics


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Killer!
Huh?
Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a...
Killer!
What? What?
Killer!
What? What?
Check!

Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger
Callin' me head busta
Run with me K - blucka
Niggas done fled from-a...
Me infrared, sucka
If him wan' play, busta,...
Come make me dead, busta
Bein'-a half-way out my nappy head
But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray
Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay
Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare"
I swear, it be some more drama about these bags
Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags
Niggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat
Niggas ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moette
You know me: Colleon, standin' four feet
I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies
See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game
But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man
See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop
Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now
I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop
Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama
Thuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a chopper
I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way
My nigga!
Callin' me head busta!
Callin' callin' me killer!

Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front
Me!

Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front

Check!
Now as the heat flame up
Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck
Him whole block don't scare me 'cause me get me thing and bust
Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous
Now U.P.T. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my man
Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne
I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain
Give me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain
Gettin' blisty...
...off in a black F-150
'Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin'
Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin'
Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin'
Because-

Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front
Me!

Check!
Original Hot Boy - land-cruisin' with guns
I shall be the one who burn the block up
Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali'
Hundred shots automatic
Leave ya hopeless in the alley
Now, when a nigga runs up
If the nigga loveless (like me) would have his guns up
Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy,...
...and got boys that got toys to stop noise
See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty
Now him catch three 'cause him want beef
Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me."
Now look at him - open up his casket and see
Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back
Jump in the black and scream "war", and just "pow! pow!"
How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye
The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die
What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip
You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip
Who behind the gun slang,...
...blood hang,...
...and twistin'?
It's Mis-ter Wayne
Come splittin' when I spit

Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front
Me!

-Me!
See, them callin' me killer
Huh?
Because them callin' me killer
What?
Them niggas callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
What?
Callin' me killer
(Killer)
Callin' me killer
(Killer)
Them callin' me killer (Killer!)
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!)




Killer!
What?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tune ft Akon Raquel & P. Money's song "Calling" are a mix of braggadocio and violence, with Lil' Wayne and his peers asserting their dominance through the use of guns and other weapons. The lyrics have a kind of stream-of-consciousness quality to them, jumping from one violent scenario to the next with little regard for conventional storytelling. Lil' Wayne talks about his willingness to kill anyone who gets in his way, and his fondness for guerrilla warfare tactics. He also boasts about his cars, jewelry, and other trappings of success.


The chorus of the song emphasizes Lil' Wayne's reputation as a "killer" and a "head busta," two terms that describe his willingness to use violence to achieve his goals. The song also mentions the other members of Cash Money Records, who are similarly violent and dangerous.


Overall, the lyrics to "Calling" are intense and aggressive. They paint a picture of Lil' Wayne as a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. While this image may not be entirely accurate, it helps to solidify Lil' Wayne's reputation as one of the most powerful and influential rappers of his generation.


Line by Line Meaning

Killer!
They are referring to me as a dangerous and deadly individual!


Huh?
What did you say?


Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a...
Referring to Lil' Wayne as...


Killer!
They are calling Lil' Wayne a killer!


What? What?
What are you talking about?


Killer!
They are calling Lil' Wayne a killer!


What? What?
What is going on?


Check!
Listen up!


Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger
Wait a minute, you are now hiding behind the disguise of a small but powerful weapon


Callin' me head busta
Referring to me as someone who attacks heads


Run with me K - blucka
Come with me and shoot


Niggas done fled from-a...
People have already run away from me...


Me infrared, sucka
My infrared sight, fool


If him wan' play, busta,...
If someone wants to play games, fool,...


Come make me dead, busta
They will end up dead, fool


Bein'-a half-way out my nappy head
Even though my hair is messy and unkempt


But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray
But I am not worried - I simply load my gun, hit it, and start shooting


Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay
It can be anywhere - it doesn't matter where someone lives


Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare"
Just trust me when I say it's a brutal and violent type of warfare


I swear, it be some more drama about these bags
I promise, there is always more trouble related to illegal activities


Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags
People dressed in black drive expensive cars - wearing camouflage attire


Niggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat
People's heads get shot open, spilling blood and sweat


Niggas ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moette
People drive away in Hummers - laughing and drinking expensive champagne


You know me: Colleon, standin' four feet
You know who I am: Colleon, a short individual


I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies
I am carrying guns and wearing expensive Rolex watches


See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game
These young individuals don't really understand how I operate


But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man
But once I encounter that person messing with Lil' Wayne, man


See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block
When I approach, you become scared and hide on your block


But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop
But when I jump out with the guns, my friend, you fall down


Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now
Where are your friends, camaraderie? They are not with you now


I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop
I suppose they heard that when I am around, everyone stops


Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
Are you about the same things I am about?


If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama
If you are into what I am into, you are seeking trouble


Thuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a chopper
Engaging in criminal activities during daylight with multiple guns, a knife, and a large gun


I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way
I am trying to escape, so don't block my path


My nigga!
My friend!


Callin' me head busta!
Referring to me as someone who attacks heads!


Callin' callin' me killer!
They are calling me a killer over and over!


Them callin' me killer
They are labeling me as a killer


Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
They are calling me someone who attacks heads, a member of Cash Money


My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
My friend, you can call me whatever you want when I am out late


Full of blunts
I am heavily under the influence of marijuana


Look out your window, see who in the front
Take a look out your window and see who is leading


Check!
Listen up!


Now as the heat flame up
Now that the situation is getting more intense


Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck
They are looking down the street, thinking they see Lil' Wayne's truck


Him whole block don't scare me 'cause me get me thing and bust
His entire neighborhood doesn't intimidate me because I have my weapon and will shoot


Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous
They are aware that the Hot Boys are known to be dangerous


Now U.P.T. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my man
Now the Uptown area comes through - bringing the violence and chaos to the ghetto, my friend


Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne
Who is that person in the car with the big gun? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne


I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain
I load my gun, aim, and shoot to create holes in your brain


Give me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain
Give me that cloth, you're not a true soldier - clean the blood off my jewelry


Gettin' blisty...
Getting high on drugs...


...off in a black F-150
...inside a black F-150 truck


'Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin'
About to do what I always do - go to your neighborhood and start shooting


Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin'
People's heads spinning like a set of large rims


Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin'
Show me respect for who I am: a seventeen-year-old who is willing to shoot


Because-
Because of the fact that...


Them callin' me killer
They are calling me a killer


Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
They are calling me someone who attacks heads, a member of Cash Money


My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
My friend, you can call me whatever you want when I am out late


Full of blunts
I am heavily under the influence of marijuana


Look out your window, see who in the front
Take a look out your window and see who is leading


Check!
Listen up!


Original Hot Boy - land-cruisin' with guns
I am an original member of the Hot Boys - driving around with guns


I shall be the one who burn the block up
I will be the one who sets the neighborhood on fire


Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali'
I never miss when I release my anger from my gun


Hundred shots automatic
I have a hundred rounds in my automatic gun


Leave ya hopeless in the alley
I will leave you feeling helpless in the alley


Now, when a nigga runs up
Now, when someone approaches


If the nigga loveless (like me) would have his guns up
If someone is fearless (like me), they would have their guns ready


Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy,...
Simply because I am a member of the Hot Boys...


...and got boys that got toys to stop noise
...and I have friends who have guns to silence any opposition


See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty
When I drive away in the Hummer, I leave the people scared and speechless


Now him catch three 'cause him want beef
Now he gets shot three times because he wants to start a fight


Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me."
I tried to warn the foolish boy, "Don't cause trouble with me."


Now look at him - open up his casket and see
Now look at him - open up his coffin and see his dead body


Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back
Cocking my gun, adjusting my cap backwards


Jump in the black and scream "war", and just "pow! pow!"
I get into the dark-colored car and shout "war", then start shooting


How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye
How do you feel about me now? With five gun barrels pointing at your eye


The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die
The situation becomes chaotic and everyone is going to die


What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip
What's going on? Load a clip into a .44 caliber gun


You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip
You will get shot for talking too much


Who behind the gun slang,...
Who is the one using guns to cause trouble...


...blood hang,...
...causing bloodshed,...


...and twistin'?
...and wreaking havoc?


It's Mis-ter Wayne
It's Mr. Wayne


Come splittin' when I spit
I come out shooting when I start rapping


Them callin' me killer
They are calling me a killer


Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
They are calling me someone who attacks heads, a member of Cash Money


My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
My friend, you can call me whatever you want when I am out late


Full of blunts
I am heavily under the influence of marijuana


Look out your window, see who in the front
Take a look out your window and see who is leading


Me!
It's me!


Them callin' me killer
They are calling me a killer


Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
They are calling me someone who attacks heads, a member of Cash Money


My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
My friend, you can call me whatever you want when I am out late


Full of blunts
I am heavily under the influence of marijuana


Look out your window, see who in the front
Take a look out your window and see who is leading


Check!
Listen up!


Me!
It's me!


See, them callin' me killer
You see, they are calling me a killer


Huh?
What did you say?


Because them callin' me killer
Because they are calling me a killer


What?
What?


Them niggas callin' me killer
Those individuals are calling me a killer


Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
They are calling me someone who attacks heads, a member of Cash Money


What?
What?


Callin' me killer
Calling me a killer


(Killer)
(Killer)


Callin' me killer
Calling me a killer


(Killer)
(Killer)


Them callin' me killer (Killer!)
They are calling me a killer (Killer!)


Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!)
They are calling me someone who attacks heads, a member of Cash Money (Killer!)


Killer!
Killer!


What?
What?




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@chorroboymusic

this is still masterpeace

@LetalBlake

This song deserves a so much better video :/

@GreenNeon98

WOW *__*

@jorgeballesteros8168

Hola

@KesariDevi-rf4qe

2023❤❤❤

@yandel01l

2030 ❤️

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YEEAAAHHH

@thegalaxyqueen3570

Anyone 2019?

@3006edi

? wiso die sing doch gut

@johnmcgregor6671

2021?

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