Mac
 Wooo look.
 All them soldiers  put them rags up  ya heard me?
 Cause it's going down No Limit style  feel it.

 Mac/(Mercedes)
 All my camoflauge niggas  raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches  raise 'em high)
 All my camoflauge niggas  raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches  raise 'em high)

 Mercedes
 Camoflauge bitch  Mercedes  ever for I bitch
 You don't wanna try bitch  quick to ride or die bitch
 Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's hate me
 Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady
 Sexing and shady, got more game then the average nigga
 All about my cabbage nigga cause I gots to have it nigga
 Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what
 We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers
 Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride
 And I got look (click) for all them haters wanna die
 You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank
 My platinum LP's, my Benz and my bank

 Mac/(Mercedes)
 All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
 All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)

 Mac
 The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven seven
 I first laid it down at the age of Mac eleven
 If I ever slack up that's when they kill me
 But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for real we
 In it for long paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers
 You'll need a million fake niggas to break us
 I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper with me
 My murderer, him specialize in taking out your kidneys
 Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost
 Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and some toast
 And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
 One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into danger
 Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas
 Whether it's microphones or it's triggers
 If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and resurrect 'em
 So niggas in the next life can check 'em

 Mac/(Mercedes)
 All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
 All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)

 Sam
 Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do
 I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm adding to
 We hustle when it's hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it
 Come through and you goin find niggas on it
 Bout five in the morning or three in the evening
 Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding
 We responded to war with automatics spit rapid
 Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em habits
 My click attack it, on the streets or on stages
 Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on gauges
 Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight from the start
 Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart
 Don't miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit
 Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that shit
 We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped
 Fuck around Uptown and get killed with your own gat

 Mac/(Mercedes)
 All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)
 All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high
 (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high)

 Mac
 Wooo, and it's real.
 1999, ya heard me?
 Macadon, Mercedes, my nigga Sam.
 Camoflauge off in this bitch.
 No Limit Soldiers