Camouflage Dons

Wolves out, baby [Verse 1: Smif-n-Wessun] My barrel lean like thorazine Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars, guillotine A hundred on the dart boards, dark on the big machine Blowing at your entourage, whole squad wolverines Camouflage dons, spits hella steam, prophesize, we monopolize Gotta get the green Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher sweet, light a spliff Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team All the shit I've seen, probably should be dead now Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio My niggas press you and leave you in the poorest mode Known movements, this reality music, the gun law is; if you got one, you better use it Listen, A and B convos, C your way out before D jump over E And F you up like a G so play silly, feel a 9 milly Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all niggas kill me Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt If you send shots, we blowing off limbs No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them It's a new wave, NWA, take it how you want it, and it's all I got to say [Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice & Both Meechy & Juice] The fame ain't changed Meech, I still don't fuck with you, niggas I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion I ain't scared of beef, got beef get put on a skillet You bigots are non-existent so fuck all my competition, hold up Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision's sacrilegious spittinng vivid pictures Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow Whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block I'm from a place where we want it, we take it Gold teeth, two foes Trapping in the basement Two freaks, one Meech, it's threesomes in the AM Take a whiff, pure shit, four blunts in one bitch Bodies in the basement Homicide cases Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers I know I'm wrong but we don't go back to slave ships Smif-n-Wesson, one bullet Your pick Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball game Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play Smif-n-Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade Before you cross a dead motherfucker, look both ways Motherfucker, look both ways Motherfucker, look both ways [Outro: Sample] Camouflage dons, camouflage dons