CONCENTRATION CAMP II - Cabbage Savage lyrics

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[Talking]

Whats Happenin the grawl nitty camped out nigga

The halocaust in 98 playa

We the sickess all the time on the grind

All they got to do is say when nigga

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 nigga, where its at nigga

Where the dope at nigga 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 fucking 'round whoa now

In a city where black folks wanna holla

Cause the white folks don't wanna see a nigga with a dollar

But we still on the highway trying to get the dope back by friday

Can careless 'bout what the fucking feds say

[Lay Lo 1]

Camp affiliated so start antiating gats nigga

Plated or black nigga

Aint taking no more stacks bitch

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 shit and blast for me

And we get mixed up in some mess we cause catasterfee

A nigga can't get mad at you if he don't get mad at me

Now 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 surrender

Country side gangster shit nigga, and we weigh cigars

Me and my nigga chopping streets like a butcher

With thangs in seat cushions

Fuck 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 shit on swole

I ain't got nothin to loose, nigga we ready to fold

[Chorus x2: Young Bleed]

You do it savage nigga

You 'bout that cabbage nigga

Fuck, you gotta have it nigga

Addition to the habbit nigga

Want it better grab it nigga

Adjust to livin lavage nigga

Hustlin just a habbit and keep it hopin like a rabitt nigga

[Lucky Knuckles]

Let me know if ya ready

To show I'm down for confedi

Ain't got no time for the fake niggas sippin hot ones in they belly

This shit gets heavy for me, tru playas hustle for cheese

Respect the young nigga mind I'm only out to get me

I ain't got time for that bull-shit, frontin you get dunked on

I live by the streets, never leave my home, without my crome (Nigga)

[Young Bleed]

So what you wanna do with a ill matic, phyco-patic

Nappy nigga causin static

I hope you ready for steady stackin fedi, cause it don't stop with me

Everytime I doubt on my dough somebody (bitches) 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, (Nigga)

[C-loc]

Fuck that frontin bitch I feel like killing something

Something ain't my thing so I'm a bang if I hear' em mumble

Bumble like a baby known to beat a bitch to death

Or grab them things and make' em range on the last nigga 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]

Nigga, how you gettin your money, huh, slow or fast

I got 160 on the dash

500 on the ass, S class

Fuckin '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 bitch, 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 killa

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 niggas so trippin, so busy playa hatin me

When them folks done gripped and got your mammy in the streets

[Chorus x2]