Camoflauge Lyrics - Singles - Mercedes

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 like my rappers with some egg and some toast 

And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it 

One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into danger 

Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas 

Whether it's microphones or it's triggers 

If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and resurrect 'em 

So niggas in the next life can check 'em 

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) 

Sam 

Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do 

I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm adding to 

We hustle when it's hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it 

Come through and you goin find niggas on it 

Bout five in the morning or three in the evening 

Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding 

We responded to war with automatics spit rapid 

Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em habits 

My click attack it, on the streets or on stages 

Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on gauges 

Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight from the start 

Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart 

Don't miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit 

Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that shit 

We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped 

Fuck around Uptown and get killed with your own gat 

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 

Wooo, and it's real. 

1999, ya heard me? 

Macadon, Mercedes, my nigga Sam. 

Camoflauge off in this bitch. 

No Limit Soldiers.