CAMOUFLAGE LARGE CLIQUE

CAMOUFLAGE LARGE CLIQUE - Hitmen Holdin Steel lyrics

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(feat. 21 Gunz)

[The Assassin]

Let me get this off my chest

I'm tired of all these niggaz tryin to flex

Walkin around like you're big men and you cant get bodied yet

I'm hear to let you know that I pack a black gat

On spare times, I kicks raps

That makes a niggaz wanna murder, black

Not Al Pachino, but a real scarface

I done cut so many niggaz, that my name should be razor blade

So, be afraid, when when I come through with my gat

Cuz your bones'll be scattered on the floor from hollow points, black

The Assassin, a nice talkin villian

who could mix mad killings and hang bodies from the ceiling

I'm illing, and if you want a raw

bring it on and I'll bet you

I'll turn your shit into a black ugly split

[Razen Kane]

I spits, kills like bitches get their earrings snatched

Come down with that only gun, waiting with the 44 berret

Slaughtering niggaz, body's tonned

My flow waits, throws weights as old as the sun

Known as the suave likes some killing

First name is Razen and last name is Kane

The album, all the bitch styles that come through

Attack through your system like you had atomic flu

The mind killer, the glock pealer

Keep my timbo's dragging, and the 45 for action

The god has rocked, from here to the east

Never got shot, but got locked by the beast

Roll with the NARC's, and hang with with the dungeonists

Beats some of them, 21 Gunz licking cannabis

[21 Gunz]

Bomb.. bomb.. another lick shot to the med

Messin with these please, with tomb tomb, leave em dead

[Four-Fif]

I'm taking no prisoners, Four-Fif is stepping in your area

Causing mass hysteria, my mission is to bury you

Mission accomplished, flesh i haunt this, guns I grip

Bring your click to their knees when my clips spit

And get ate, no matter who you bring for back-up

My peoples have tracked for the first nigga to act up

You have dropped the flavor, that made you a believer

For putting niggaz on growing pains and Maggie Seaver

So, If you wanna test, say no more, just come

You'd better have more guns than Jordan got M-1's

If not, you get rocked by 16 shots, dice dropped on the spot

Decapitated from your top, we stand, proudest as thieves, my man

Whats the theme, getting cream and the deadly routine with my team

[Nine-Lives]

Now first of all, I never shot nobody

They're telling me that the pope was god

I see him at his next party, make me murder him

Killer illuminati thoughts, make it a bloodsport

I'm famous in the black hoods

They televise and lies, I'm in to play your guys

Its easy your wearing a tie, I choke him until he cries

The speed of revolution, the only solution

Instead of boosting bullshit, let's take Houston

Do it in the east, it's never peace, make him one of the deceased

Go back to the days of crease, matching leaf patches

We came far, this time artillery's filling me

Blast cops be the bar, it's our club

Hip hop universe, 16er's they do the dirty work

This is where the evil lerks

So, I scramble some plan to dismantle the man

Trying to slip a mickey, its rage on his hands

[All]

Another day gone, another hit to be written

Another beat made, another clip to be spitten

[Gang Starr sample scartching]

[White Al]

Aiyyo, I'm hear to make it know that White-Al's on the scene

Like a dream your perception's very varied, I'm Loensteen

In your face, I erase all expressions like an art

On the chart, I'm ready to do my thing and rip your mind apart

I'm the dart, your the target, boy you need to watch it

I get my style that hits you in the head, I gets retarded

For instance, certainly I'm know to go the distance

I'm in this, yo, murder is the key but I'm not finished

I'm a menace to the mic, blows spost like dynamite

Keep it tight, when I write, heads turn when I strike

[21 Gunz]

Now, who could it be, take a guess, coming through the line

Close to dungeon or escape from the 5th ward

Lost my soul at the tender age of nine

Took remorse in the feelings, my heart became blind

I guns your mind, coming from Brooklyn watch your back

Just like I shadow, yes we lerk close behind

It's time to reveal, assasinating styles

That reflect the feel of hitmen holdin steel

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