Mac

Wooo look.

All them soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?

Cause it's going down No Limit style, feel it.



Mac(Mercedes)

All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high

(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)

All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high

(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)



Mercedes

Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I bitch

You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch

Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's hate me

Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady

Sexing and shady, got more game then the average nigga

All about my cabbage nigga cause I gots to have it nigga

Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what

We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers

Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride

And I got look (click) for all them haters wanna die

You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank

My platinum LP's, my Benz and my bank



Mac(Mercedes)

All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high

(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)

All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high

(And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)



Mac

The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven seven

I first laid it down at the age of Mac eleven

If I ever slack up that's when they kill me

But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for real we

In it for long paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers

You'll need a million fake niggas to break us

I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper with me

My murderer, him specialize in taking out your kidneys

Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost

Wooo, I