King Mack - Cameras lyrics

On the block wit them hammaz i got them bananas, Two pistols on me yo samitty sam em, tell them b**h n***as stop wearing them cameras fo they end up dead that's word on my maam ah Im cold wit the hamma when whippin that coka no need fa da hamma got shootaz and soldiers Bet not do sum sh** dem lil n***as won't go fo, always on mode keep a lil low low. Shooting up out of it then they get rid of it no evidence can't be leaving no fingerprints 223 on me wit 4 extra clips that's ah 120 so how can I miss . And i just got back up outta the feds and no snitching is what the paper work read. Wonder why a lotta n***a popping up dead . Motherf**ers gotta price on they head Move outta town like they can go hide but n***az out here looking for jobs on the side Drop a couple racks getcha a** kidnapped bit whatever tall do just bring em back alive Bring em to me imma torcher this n***a strip em naked put the torch to this n***a smoke me a square put the port to this n***a eat em alive stick a fork in this n***a tell em to pray to the lord for this n***a his family and friends avoiding this n***a them k**az come kicking in doors for this n***a d**h will be waiting on the porch for you n***a V12 can't run got horses for n***as moving that white that's that porcelain n***a always remember them boys taking pictures always remember them boys taking pictures- Tell them b**h n***as stop wearing g them cameras keep getting this money and that's on my mam ah too many b**h n***as my real n***as stand up Im cold wit the coke and i. Cold wit the hamma . And i git shootas hittas shootas hittas . real recognize real real n***as ride out for real n***as on all u b**h n***as The hamma on lap the choppa on deck these n***as just woofing man they not a threat, like mu n***a trell i stay wit a vest if these n***as was serious id a been wet. Only complication I'm on probation and i do not wanna end up at the station but face it, These n***as aint real no mo so I know somebody gone go make a statement And imma end up in that jam again so imma just handle business on the low . f** wit these hoes and sell a lil smoke Get money what you want I got it fasho Holla my n***a my phone stay on don't serve nobody I don't know after nine I stay wit my nine or the forty money on my mind Word to scrilla I'm on my grind n***as just watching but I don't got time Promised my son him and daddy gone shine that paper in line and I'm right behind it Try to cut me off and you feeling the fire Billboard I told you I'm murdering n***as don't sell no mo' dope but I'm serving these n***as So open a church get a hearse for its curtains for n***as I'm working these n***as I really went and did time fa the crime ask anybody how i held it down my head was up high the whole time while the rest of these n***as was up in that b**h telling lies Gotta lil swoll from lifting that iron but n***as out here they be toating that iron So I just said f** it and got back to business so know that I never leave home without mine Tell them b**h n***as stop wearing g them cameras keep getting this money and that's on my mam ah too many b**h n***as my real n***as stand up Im cold wit the coke and i. Cold wit the hamma . And i git shootas hittas shootas hittas . real recognize real real n***as ride out for real n***as on all u b**h n***as