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(*talking*)
Ay ***, ain't you Mac
What you doing in this ***
[Mac]
Camouflage *** what, you'll catch me in the cut
*** *** up for every ***, the bigger pig the bigger trigger
Cause my ***, 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 ***
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a tre-deuce
And you can bring the drama to Zeus, if you heard about what that 3rd about
*** feel that, that fake *** 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
(*talking*)
C-*** (what ***), man number 187
(what's hap'n), oh you in on *** one
(*** right), get your *** boy you going upstate
(*** the world ***)
[C-***]
*** I'm C, *** *** never scary
But it's very necessary, to leave my adversaries buried
Crack sales bring *** in lines, but I'm eternal
Lethal weapons stay cocked, many *** may drop
From the top like flies, I despise you hoes
With crooked smiles, make a *** wanna 'nap your child
*** bleed, my enemies fearing attack
They move with silence, when *** bring the violence
Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue
We pass *** and weed, my *** Mac planting seeds
Let the devil tell it, bailing making the scene
I whoop the *** *** in jail, he was a dope fiend
And no collect calls, ghetto pictures on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball *** *** y'all
Around the way, my *** feel what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and *** ***, so pay attention ***
(*talking*)
Curren$y, I hope you got currency
Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that
You lil' rap mother-(hol-hol'-hol'-hol' up man
I got two million dollars cash, call Stan
I'm out this ***, you heard me)
[Curren$y]
What you gon do, when you get out of jail
Skerch off the scene, in a yellow ML
4-30, Benz truck
With four *** inside, who all about letting a dog and his friends ***
I'm too large, for haters
My *** smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper
I'm talking bout *** like Big, you know who
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy *** 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 *** that look at jail time, like Summer camp holla back
(*talking*)
Yeah ya dank, ha-ha-ha