Concentration Camp - Cabbage Savage lyrics

[Talking] Whats Happenin the grawl nitty camped out n***a The halocaust in 98 playa We the sickess all the time on the grind All they got to do is say when n***a If you in the way you just gone get rolled on believe that You think I'm playin with you let me show u something [C-Loc] Where its at n***a, where its at n***a Where the dope at n***a with my mug on Concentration camp savage bout his cabbage in the war zone Down to break a jaw bone you hustlers know that sound Central booking for f**ing 'round whoa now In a city where black folks wanna holla Cause the white folks don't wanna see a n***a with a dollar But we still on the highway trying to get the dope back by friday Can careless 'bout what the f**ing feds say [Lay Lo 1] Camp affiliated so start antiating gats n***a Plated or black n***a Ain't taking no more stacks b**h We breaking your back I'm making your scrash for me We say its simple and plan cuz thats the way it has to be I grab my thang and blast for you, you grab your sh** and blast for me And we get mixed up in some mess we cause catasterfee A n***a can't get mad at you if he don't get mad at me Now we pa**ing the microphone like we used to pa** the weed [Lay Lo 2] Aight n***a we got business to attend to as a b**hes gone surrender Country side gangster sh** n***a, and we weigh cigars Me and my n***a chopping streets like a butcher With thangs in seat cushions f** a ghetto rap pushers We beefing with haters and tryin to come up off of these sacks Gave up my everyday nina fina for these raps And if these tracks, don't get my sh** on swole I ain't got nothin to loose, n***a we ready to fold [Chorus- Young Bleed] x 2 You do it savage n***a You 'bout that cabbage n***a f**, you gotta have it n***a Addition to the habbit n***a Want it better grab it n***a Adjust to livin lavage n***a Hustlin just a habbit and keep it hopin like a rabitt n***a [Lucky Knuckles] Let me know if ya ready To show I'm down for confedi Ain't got no time for the fake n***as sippin hot ones in they belly This sh** gets heavy for me, tru playas hustle for cheese Respect the young n***a mind I'm only out to get me I ain't got time for that bull-sh**, frontin you get dunked on I live by the streets, never leave my home, without my crome (n***a) [Young Bleed] So what you wanna do with a ill matic, phyco-patic Nappy n***a causin static I hope you ready for steady stackin fedi, cause it don't stop with me Everytime I doubt on my dough somebody (b**hes) watchin me I play it like it gotta be Mashin in a high phillosophy Runnin in it get it hollin' what u got for me, (n***a) [C-loc] f** that frontin b**h I feel like k**ing something Something ain't my thing so I'm a bang if I hear' em mumble Bumble like a baby known to beat a b**h to d**h Or grab them things and make' em range on the last n***a left Dear God up in heaven, why must I all ways think of 211s And 187s please help this felon Makes his way back to the spot without gettin popped Or snatched up out local cots and doing life like my pops [Boo the Boss Playa] n***a, how you gettin your money, huh, slow or fast I got 160 on the dash 500 on the a**, S cla** f**in 'round with them hood rat tramps Tryin to lead them hoes back to the camp, (so i can set it out for sho) If you a freak b**h, then let it out All my playa partnas don't mind, throwing up in your mouth You see that arrow pointed towards the bottom, we call it the south 4 silly birds 500 an ounce [Leetyme] Drop the chesse in the cage with 30 hungry gorillas Who the last to snatch, who you callin a k**a The smell of blood of my enemy make my dick like stone Wanna leave him dying alone then jackin off with his own Look at me my back by the wounds of your whip Look at me I'm spyin on the woman you split And these n***as so trippin, so busy playa hatin me When them folks done gripped and got your mammy in the streets [Chorus] x 2