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