Текст песни Concentration Camp - Da Halocaust
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[Talking]Whats Happenin the grawl nitty camped out niggaThe halocaust in 98 playaWe the sickess all the time on the grindAll they got to do is say when niggaIf you in the way you just gone get rolled on believe thatYou think I`m playin with you let me show u something[C-Loc]Where its at nigga, where its at niggaWhere the dope at nigga with my mug on Concentration camp savage bout his cabbage in the war zoneDown to break a jaw bone you hustlers know that soundCentral booking for fucking `round whoa nowIn a city where black folks wanna hollaCause the white folks don`t wanna see a nigga with a dollarBut we still on the highway trying to get the dope back by fridayCan careless `bout what the fucking feds say[Lay Lo 1]Camp affiliated so start antiating gats niggaPlated or black niggaAint taking no more stacks bitchWe breaking your backI`m making your scrash for meWe say its simple and plan cuz thats the way it has to beI grab my thang and blast for you, you grab your shit and blast for meAnd we get mixed up in some mess we cause catasterfeeA nigga can`t get mad at you if he don`t get mad at meNow we passing the microphone like we used to pass the weed[Lay Lo 2]Aight nigga we got business to attend to as a bitches gone surrenderCountry side gangster shit nigga, and we weigh cigarsMe and my nigga chopping streets like a butcherWith thangs in seat cushions Fuck a ghetto rap pushersWe beefing with haters and tryin to come up off of these sacksGave up my everyday nina fina for these rapsAnd if these tracks, don`t get my shit on swoleI ain`t got nothin to loose, nigga we ready to fold[Chorus- Young Bleed] x 2You do it savage niggaYou `bout that cabbage niggaFuck, you gotta have it niggaAddition to the habbit niggaWant it better grab it niggaAdjust to livin lavage niggaHustlin just a habbit and keep it hopin like a rabitt nigga[Lucky Knuckles]Let me know if ya readyTo show I`m down for confediAin`t got no time for the fake niggas sippin hot ones in they bellyThis shit gets heavy for me, tru playas hustle for cheeseRespect the young nigga mind I`m only out to get meI ain`t got time for that bull-shit, frontin you get dunked onI live by the streets, never leave my home, without my crome (Nigga)[Young Bleed]So what you wanna do with a ill matic, phyco-paticNappy nigga causin staticI hope you ready for steady stackin fedi, cause it don`t stop with meEverytime I doubt on my dough somebody (bitches) watchin meI play it like it gotta beMashin in a high phillosophyRunnin in it get it hollin` what u got for me, (Nigga)[C-loc]Fuck that frontin bitch I feel like killing somethingSomething ain`t my thing so I`m a bang if I hear` em mumbleBumble like a baby known to beat a bitch to deathOr grab them things and make` em range on the last nigga leftDear God up in heaven, why must I all ways think of 211sAnd 187s please help this felonMakes his way back to the spot without gettin poppedOr snatched up out local cots and doing life like my pops[Boo the Boss Playa]Nigga, how you gettin your money, huh, slow or fastI got 160 on the dash500 on the ass, S classFuckin `round with them hood rat trampsTryin to lead them hoes back to the camp, (so i can set it out for sho)If you a freak bitch, then let it outAll my playa partnas don`t mind, throwing up in your mouthYou see that arrow pointed towards the bottom, we call it the south4 silly birds 500 an ounce[Leetyme]Drop the chesse in the cage with 30 hungry gorillasWho the last to snatch, who you callin a killaThe smell of blood of my enemy make my dick like stoneWanna leave him dying alone then jackin off with his ownLook at me my back by the wounds of your whipLook at me I`m spyin on the woman you split