Cameras Lyrics - Singles - King Mack

On the block wit them hammaz i got them bananas, 

Two pistols on me yo samitty sam em, 

tell them bitch niggas 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 shit dem lil niggas 

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 nigga popping up dead . 

Motherfuckers gotta price on they head 

Move outta town like they can go hide 

but niggaz out here looking for jobs on the side 

Drop a couple racks getcha ass kidnapped 

bit whatever tall do just bring em back alive 

Bring em to me imma torcher this nigga 

strip em naked put the torch to this nigga 

smoke me a square put the port 

to this nigga eat em alive stick a fork 

in this nigga tell em to pray to the lord 

for this nigga his family and friends avoiding 

this nigga them killaz come kicking 

in doors for this nigga death 

will be waiting on the porch for you nigga 

V12 can't run got horses for niggas 

moving that white that's 

that porcelain nigga always 

remember them boys taking pictures 

always remember them boys taking pictures- 

Tell them bitch niggas stop 

wearing g them cameras keep 

getting this money and that's 

on my mam ah too many 

bitch niggas my real niggas stand up 

Im cold wit the coke and i. Cold wit the hamma . 

And i git shootas hittas shootas hittas . 

real recognize real real niggas ride 

out for real niggas on all u bitch niggas 

The hamma on lap the choppa on 

deck these niggas just woofing man 

they not a threat, like mu nigga trell 

i stay wit a vest if these niggas 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 niggas 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 . 

fuck wit these hoes and sell a lil smoke 

Get money what you want I got it fasho 

Holla my nigga 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 

Niggas 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 niggas 

don't sell no mo' dope but I'm serving these niggas 

So open a church get a hearse for its 

curtains for niggas I'm working these niggas 

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 niggas was up in that bitch telling lies 

Gotta lil swoll from lifting that iron 

but niggas out here they be toating that iron 

So I just said fuck it and got back to 

business so know that I never 

leave home without mine 

Tell them bitch niggas stop 

wearing g them cameras keep 

getting this money and that's 

on my mam ah too many 

bitch niggas my real niggas stand up 

Im cold wit the coke and i. Cold wit the hamma . 

And i git shootas hittas shootas hittas . 

real recognize real real niggas ride 

out for real niggas on all u bitch niggas