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Mac
look.
All them soldiers, put them rags up, ya me?
Cause it's down No Limit style, feel it.

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, for I bitch
You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die
Don't underestimate me I make the B's hate me
Make me all out my character, forget I was a lady
Sexing and shady, got game then the average nigga
All about my nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come like nigga what
We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin stoppers
Only fuck with soldiers, thug niggas that be down to ride
And I got look (click) for all them wanna die
You ride for me, I for you, I put that on the tank
My platinum LP's, my and my bank

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Mac
The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven
I first laid it down at the age of Mac
If I ever slack up that's they kill me
But I never let you bitches me, on the for real we
In it for paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
You'll need a million niggas to break us
I got my with me and I got my sniper with me
My murderer, him specialize in taking out your
Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be in my ghost
Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and toast
And I'm loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
One in the chamber, cause if I'm into danger
a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
Whether it's or it's triggers
If I die tonight God to bury my words and resurrect 'em
So niggas in the life can check 'em

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my bitches, raise 'em high)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Sam
say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm to
We hustle when it's hot, grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you goin niggas on it
Bout five in the or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em
We responded to war automatics spit rapid
Pumping drugs or smokin it, of 'em habits
My click attack it, on the streets or on
Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on
Flipping niggas pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the
miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
Camoflauge, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We come eqipped thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around Uptown and get killed with own gat

Mac/(Mercedes)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)
All my niggas, raise 'em high
(And all my camoflauge bitches, 'em high)

Mac
Wooo, and real.
1999, ya me?
Macadon, Mercedes, my Sam.
Camoflauge off in bitch.
No Soldiers.