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c murder - camouflage & murder كلمات الأغنية

(-talking-)
ay n-gg-, ain’t you mac
what you doing in this motherf-cker

[mac]
camouflage n-gg- what, you’ll catch me in the cut
f-cking sh-t up for every n-gg-, the bigger pig the bigger trigger
cause my n-gg-z, 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 n-gg-
the new orleans jesus, pack a tre-deuce
and you can bring the drama to zeus, if you heard about what that 3rd about
n-gg- feel that, that fake sh-t 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-murder (what n-gg-), man number 187
(what’s hap’n), oh you in on murder one
(f-cking right), get your sh-t boy you going upstate
(f-ck the world b-tch)

[c-murder]
n-gg- i’m c, motherf-cking murder never scary
but it’s very necessary, to leave my adversaries buried
crack sales bring b-tches in lines, but i’m eternal
lethal weapons stay c-cked, many n-gg-z may drop
from the top like flies, i despise you hoes
with crooked smiles, make a n-gg- wanna ‘nap your child
n-gg-z bleed, my enemies fearing attack
they move with silence, when n-gg- bring the violence
do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue
we p-ss b-tches and weed, my n-gg- mac planting seeds
let the devil tell it, bailing making the scene
i whoop the n-gg- -ss in jail, he was a dope fiend
and no collect calls, ghetto pictures on the wall
you gotta crawl and fall, before you ball n-gg- f-ck y’all
around the way, my n-gg-z feel what i’m spitting
it’s camouflage and murder n-gg-, so pay attention b-tch

(-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 b-tch, 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 b-tches inside, who all about letting a dog and his friends f-ck
i’m too large, for haters
my n-gg-z smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper
i’m talking bout n-gg-z like big, you know who
ceedy, wayne, geezy f-ck 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 n-gg-z that look at jail time, like summer camp holla back

(-talking-)
yeah ya dank, ha-ha-ha

- c murder

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