Lyrics:
ear will be digested
You'll notice they won't mix well with your heart
I woke up today with a hole in my chest
The paper ammunition was shot last night
paint em black
Cutting out the dry wall
Blood stains too wet
Think I was a vet
Got ammunition on my chest
Conditioned as the best
Make decisions for
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
'Nough ammunitions of rounds across the chest
Skip to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh ball of wax
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
'Nough ammunitions of rounds across the chest
Skip to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh ball of wax
two the
thing that I swing I won't front..
Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chest
So nigga don't test, cause my mouth is the tec
Kid, I kick
Impulse, admission, ammunition aimed right at my chest
Your disposition fought the prison you were taught was blessed
You sold your wings to please
through
And don't you try to guess
I've returned to make major moves
And get some shit up off my chest
Ammunition for intuition
Azo lead, I play my position
the bass
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest
[Ghostface]
Skip to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh
with endless ammunition (Yo)
Your chest to high you gotta wake up I promise your trippin
Out here tryna play gangsta like grow up we know that your
bag
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize
running off with the fun city girls
She threw away her treasure chest of nice tomorrows
And anyway its such a glue to loosen
Every time you drink it
with it
‘Dulging in the sauce, try and not get lost in it
(Aye, aye)
Fall victim when the Cheffy get to spittin’
Got a lot up on my chest, so that’s
town in a neck brace
I get your bitch pussy wetter than a fresh lake
She give a nigga head till a nigga's head ache
Ammunition is spittin through your
you never known
In the streets, I need chrome and ammunition
But at home, you just want me to listen
Check it, your friends is hating 'cause they
ammunition, trip and don't slip
Not to mention, never knew no competition
But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo', and let me hear ya holla
Not about that
ammunition, trip and don't slip
Not to mention, never knew no competition
But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo', and let me hear ya holla
Not about that
(Da-da-da-da-da, ah, uh)
(Da-da-da-da-da)
We've turned our hands to guns
Traded our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you of my disorder, or my condition
sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least
(Da-da-da-da-da, ah, uh)
(Da-da-da-da-da)
We've turned our hands to guns
Traded our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you of my disorder, or my condition
issa good day
Men just dey ball Mbappe
Every year na my year I can say
With my full chest God dey, God dey
Been on the road no joke shutdown every
to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
'cause I want to go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya
moan
We in the love making marathon
You hit notes you never known
In the streets I need chrome and ammunition
But at home you jus' want me to listen
to save your life that's on gang
We release with ammunition when we beef its on sight
We up in ya jurisdiction bout to turn out ya light
No vest no chest
I'mma do
Decisions, decisions
In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that
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