Ay *****, ain't you Mac
What you doing in this mother***ker

Camouflage ***** what, you'll catch me in the cut
***king **** up for every *****, the bigger pig the bigger trigger
'Cause my *****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 *****
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a tre-deuce
And you can bring the drama to Zeus
If you heard about what that third 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, ********* the back slow

C-Murder, man number 187
Oh you in on murder one
Get your ****, boy, you going upstate
***k the world, *****

***** I'm C, mother***king Murder never scary
But it's very necessary to leave my adversaries buried
Crack sales bring *****es in lines but I'm eternal
Lethal weapons stay ****ed, many *****z may drop

From the top like flies, I despise you hoes
With crooked smiles, make a ***** wanna 'nap your child
*****z bleed, my enemies fearing attack
They move with silence, when ***** bring the violence

Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue
We p*** *****es 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 ***** ***k y'all
Around the way, my *****z feel what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and Murder *****, so pay attention, *****

Currency, I hope you got currency
'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that
You lil' rap mother
Hold, hold, hold, hold up man
I got two million dollars cash, call Stan
I'm out this *****, you heard me

What you gon' do, when you get out of jail
Sketch off the scene, in a yellow ML
4-30, Benz truck with four *****es inside
Who all about letting a dog and his friends ***k

I'm too large for haters
My *****z smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper
I'm talking 'bout *****z like Big, you know who
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy, ***k 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 *****z that look at jail time
Like Summer camp holla back
Yeah, ya dank