Mecedades Camo Lyrics

Camo Lyrics

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.