ay nigga ain t you mac what you doing in this motherfucker camouflage nigga what you ll catch me in the cut fucking shit up for every nigga the bigger pig the bigger trigger cause my niggas in the river stories about the mac will make em shiver they 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 3rd about nigga 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 slow c murder man number 187 oh you in on murder one get your shit boy you going upstate nigga 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 niggas may drop from the top like flies i despise you hoes with crooked smiles make a nigga wanna nap your child niggas bleed my enemies fearing attack they move with silence when nigga bring the violence do 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 fiend and no collect calls ghetto pictures on the wall you gotta crawl and fall before you ball nigga fuck y all around the way my niggas feel what i m spitting it s camouflage and murder nigga so pay attention bitch curren y i hope you got currency cause your bail two million dollars you understand that you lil rap mother  what you gon do when you get out of jail skerch off the scene in a yellow ml 4 30 benz truck with four bitches inside who all about letting a dog and his friends fuck i m too large for haters my niggas smoke bud tote guns picture they all on paper i m talking bout niggas like big you know who ceedy wayne geezy fuck it the whole crew uh 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 find and you boys don t want none of that i know niggas that look at jail time like summer camp holla back yeah ya dank ha ha ha