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Album: Rear End

Camoflauge

Mac
Wooo look.
All them soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?
Cause it's going down No Limit style, feel it.
Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
Mercedes
Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch
Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's hate me
Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got more game then the average nigga
All about my cabbage nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them haters wanna die
You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank
My platinum LP's, my Benz and my bank
Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven seven
I first laid it down at the age of Mac eleven
If I ever slack up that's when they kill me
But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
In it for long paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a million fake niggas to break us
I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your kidneys
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and some toast
And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into danger
Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether it's microphones or it's triggers
If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the next life can check 'em
Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you goin find niggas on it
Bout five in the morning or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
We responded to war with automatics spit rapid
Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on gauges
Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around Uptown and get killed with your own gat
Mac/(Mercedes)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
Mac
Wooo, and it's real.
1999, ya heard me?
Macadon, Mercedes, my nigga Sam.
Camoflauge off in this bitch.
No Limit Soldiers.


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