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Camouflage & Murder

Ay nigga, ain't you Mac

What you doing in this motherfuckerCamouflage nigga what, you'll catch me in the cut

Fucking shit up for every nigga, the bigger pig the bigger trigger

'Cause my niggaz in the river

Stories about the Mac, will make 'em shiverThey prolly at they crib loading they techs

Wondering who I'ma smoke next

Patrolling they set, Malcolm X nigga

The New Orleans Jesus, pack a tre-deuce

And you can bring the drama to Zeus

If you heard about what that third aboutNigga feel that, that fake shit we 'bout to kill that

On the for real black, I never show-boat

Be on the low, like a black sto' the Mac flow

Sorta like a cracked flo', a different plateau, the Mac show

When I attack though, I never turn my back 'cause

The bullets, penetrate the back slowC-Murder, man number 187

Oh you in on murder one

Get your shit, boy, you going upstate

Fuck the world, bitchNigga I'm C, motherfucking Murder never scary

But it's very necessary to leave my adversaries buried

Crack sales bring bitches in lines but I'm eternal

Lethal weapons stay cocked, many niggaz may dropFrom the top like flies, I despise you hoes

With crooked smiles, make a nigga wanna 'nap your child

Niggaz bleed, my enemies fearing attack

They move with silence, when nigga bring the violenceDo they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue

We pass bitches and weed, my nigga Mac planting seeds

Let the devil tell it, bailing making the scene

I whoop the nigga ass in jail, he was a dope fiendAnd no collect calls, ghetto pictures on the wall

You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga fuck y'all

Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm spitting

It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention, bitchCurrency, I hope you got currency

'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that

You lil' rap mother

Hold, hold, hold, hold up man

I got two million dollars cash, call Stan

I'm out this bitch, you heard meWhat you gon' do, when you get out of jail

Sketch off the scene, in a yellow ML

4-30, Benz truck with four bitches inside

Who all about letting a dog and his friends fuckI'm too large for haters

My niggaz smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper

I'm talking 'bout niggaz like Big, you know who

Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy, fuck it the whole crewUh, we all roll with nines and 'bout letting 'em fly

But I try to stay on the low with mine

Catch lil' daddy slipping, point the 4-4 at his spine

Leave your body in the forest, where no one can findAnd you boys, don't want none of that

I know niggaz that look at jail time

Like Summer camp holla back

Yeah, ya dank

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