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cocbacda 9 - camouflage large clique lyrics

[intro]
woo
(inaudible)
cl n*ggas, razen kane
the marksmen
lettin’ n*ggas have it, tell these punks

[verse 1]
i used the vision in the line, doubt my life get no better
runnin’ with a bunch of wild n*ggas makin’ cheddar
drug dealers, you got the neighborhood’s realest (huh)
the ones that be talkin’ to the five old gorillas
my clan is makin’ papers, open up the safeless
’cause i’m stickin’ you for everything with my capers
the gun talk, the body drops on the sidewalk (blaow)
tryin’ get my cash in the stash before the nightfall
i start to hustle to make my life as a mic ripper
the name gets bigger, the role just get thicker
now who would have thought that my peeps try to stick me?
the n*ggas from the other side is runnin’ mad shifty
that’s why (what?) i keep my guns loaded with the hollows
watch for the enemy, just tryin’ to win the battle
i pray to the mighty god, allah
if i’m buried before my time for the crowds within the central park
these brooklyn streets ain’t nothin’ to f*ck with
some live, some die in parts of this stuff
it’s like the home where juveniles roam with chromes
watch your back around the corner ’cause your wig might get blown
[chorus]
a*yo, c*ck back your nines (what?), push your wig back (back)
all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats (what?)
c*ck back your nines, push your wig back (blaow)
all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats (what?)
c*ck back your nines, push your wig back (blaow)
all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats (what?)
c*ck back your nines, push your wig back (brooklyn)
camouflage large, where you at? bustin’ gats

[verse 2]
get the cash, once i get the papes, i’m outer state
with a team of drug lords that’s makin’ sales up on gauge
they imagined that there will be no room for the kane
i’ve been bussin’ my guns and robbin’ n*ggas for they change
got my man k!llamiz flippin’ keys in usb
watch your back son, i heard they comin’ down with desert*e’s
tell my man, ”peep the rocks, watch the spot for the cops
grab the cream, leave the scene and sl!ck the power knock”
and the guards start the crookin’, miss that blow through my brain
the pain got my life twisted and i’m to blame
to my partner rich, ”never fakin’ jack when it’s beef
i will see you on the other side of town in the streets”
now you know that you can’t front my man or my fam
we’ll be livin’ as legends and dyin’ out in the cash
[chorus]
a*yo, c*ck back your nines (what?), push your wig back (back)
all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats (what?)
c*ck back your nines (nines), push your wig back (back)
all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats
c*ck back your nines (what?), push your wig back (blaow)
all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats (what?)
c*ck back your nines (nines), push your wig back (back)
’cause all my peoples in the pj’s pack gats

[outro]
word ’em up, all y’all n*ggas hold that sh*t down
razen kane comin’ equipped (cl)
cl, black assassin, four*fif’ and nine*lives (razen kane)
and [?] (camouflage large) and [?]
you know what i’m sayin’?

- camouflage large clique lyrics

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