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- Young Bleed] x 2
 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] x 2