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