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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam
Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do we have to do
I'm a soulja, it's the that I'm adding to
We hustle when it's hot, grind got bout nine niggas on it
Come through and you find niggas on it
five in the morning or three in the evening
Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em
We responded to war with automatics spit
Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em
My click it, on the streets or on stages
Our fingers on and our triggers on gauges
Flipping like pages, get it straight from the start
Fuck a vest, you me, aim straight for the heart
Don't miss cause that's they ass if a don't hit
Camoflauge, die, nigga, fuck that shit
We eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped
Fuck around Uptown and get with your own gat

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

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