With crooked smiles, make a nigga wanna 'nap your child
The bullets, penetrate the back slow
Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue
My niggaz smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper
They move with silence, when nigga bring the violence
I whoop the nigga ass in jail, he was a dope fiend
4-30, Benz truck with four bitches inside
Let the devil tell it, bailing making the scene
And you boys, don't want none of that
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy, fuck it the whole crew
From the top like flies, I despise you hoes
I'm too large for haters
I'm talking 'bout niggaz like Big, you know who
Like Summer camp holla back
It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention, bitch
'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that
Get your shit, boy, you going upstate
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga fuck y'all
Crack sales bring bitches in lines but I'm eternal
Currency, I hope you got currency
When I attack though, I never turn my back 'cause
Nigga feel that, that fake shit we 'bout to kill that
Patrolling they set, Malcolm X nigga
If you heard about what that third about
Sketch off the scene, in a yellow ML
Leave your body in the forest, where no one can find
And you can bring the drama to Zeus
Fucking shit up for every nigga, the bigger pig the bigger trigger
I know niggaz that look at jail time
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a tre-deuce
But it's very necessary to leave my adversaries buried
And no collect calls, ghetto pictures on the wall
Stories about the Mac, will make 'em shiver
Oh you in on murder one
Lethal weapons stay cocked, many niggaz may drop
Who all about letting a dog and his friends fuck
Wondering who I'ma smoke next
Uh, we all roll with nines and 'bout letting 'em fly
But I try to stay on the low with mine
Be on the low, like a black sto' the Mac flow
Sorta like a cracked flo', a different plateau, the Mac show
We pass bitches and weed, my nigga Mac planting seeds
Hold, hold, hold, hold up man
What you gon' do, when you get out of jail
'Cause my niggaz in the river
I got two million dollars cash, call Stan
C-Murder, man number 187
Nigga I'm C, motherfucking Murder never scary
Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm spitting
Niggaz bleed, my enemies fearing attack
You lil' rap mother
They prolly at they crib loading they techs
I'm out this bitch, you heard me
On the for real black, I never show-boat
Catch lil' daddy slipping, point the 4-4 at his spine
Fuck the world, bitch
Camouflage nigga what, you'll catch me in the cut
