Lyrics:
years
I had a whole lot of fun
Because of some of you pussies now
I collect a lot of guns
My crib like Discovery channel
All solar planet once I palm
I just woke up in Versace sheets
Tryna put some drip on
Whole lot of motherfuckin' cheese on me
Like I just hit Bitcoin
Whole lot of motherfuckin'
Use my wisdom as my ammunition
Use ambition to hit with precision
Use my wisdom as my ammunition
Yet in my vision there's no competition
Put in
Mo money mo problems Ammunition and choppers
You got problems can’t solve em you ain’t got none to offer
We gone keep fucking up these malls cause
of him
It's a lot of 'em and I mean a lot of 'em
And me and Nina used to follow them
I've got to audibly body them
And this is it man, the hitman,
payback
Been thuggin' and keepin' the gulley since way back
Lot a niggas been talkin'
They runnin' they mouths barkin'
Runnin' around false
They
stoppin' traffic
I'm a space cadet
Came from nothin', took a lot of shit
Die by my respect ammunition, we got plenty
FNn's, Ak's and fifties
Baby
got a secret weapon
Love's my Ammunition
Love's my Ammunition yeah
Girl I'm on a mission
Love's My Ammunition
I smell the scent of your imagination
stack it
I motherfuckin' prayed
Look at me now and I'm drippin', I'm paid
Boy, I been drippin' way 'fore I met Gunna
Put five on yo' head like
The number
mind, yeah
I got a lot on my mind
16 in that ho and that 2-9 (2-9), 9 (9)
I got AKs with the scopes and 9s (Ten), 9s (Ten)
Undercover jeans and Number
Yeah
All I really need in this life of sin
Ay
Pussy, money, ammunition, percocets
Ay
Ay, ay, ay
Ever since I could remember I been lit
I said what I
a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide
He had a back-room full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides
Well, he walked with a cane, kept
yeah, yeah
He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide
He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton o' ammunition
cheddar better pop that tag
Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off
To the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag
I got a closet full
And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics
I'm just on a good time, live the good life like I should
I, and I got some chocolate
we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
Okay, that Draco with that drum will leave a nigga
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
that start snitchin
Haters and politicians
I got plenty of ammunition
Brothers put in the work
Others get the recognition
Disrespecting my position
Now I guess their vegan
Gather with the homies
The numbers lower than previous evenings
Bet they crawl back when the tables turn
And I get to feasting
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
WHASSUP?!
Chorus: {vocal samples)
"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->
super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin'
the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those
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