| Yeeeaaaah!
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| You gotta have «Ammunition»…
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| Plenty of it… silencers… rapidfire!
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| LET’S GET IT!
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| Just give it to homes in different locations,
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| Just make one a little more spacious;
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| And two rollies dipped in gold faces,
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| And two girls that’s known to switch places!
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| Ready? |
| Let’s get that!
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| Let’s get that! |
| — Let's go!
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| Lemme know if you with that!
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| You with that? |
| — Let's go!
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| Just give me two yellow bones with cute faces,
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| Gotta be bad can never be basic!
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| TV screens is looking like «Matrix»,
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| Cars so fast, the police can’t chase it!
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| Ready? |
| Let’s get that!
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| Let’s get that! |
| — Let's go!
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| Lemme know if you with that!
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| You with that? |
| — Let's go, we can get it now!
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| See? |
| Everybody act like they the man to watch,
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| But I don’t even see 'em runnin’half the block!
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| Influenced by the Michael Watts and Rapalots,
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| I won a Grammy and I still ain’t-took-it-out the box!
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| When-I-was-comin'-up, I never had a lot!
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| So now I want it all, I gotta have ya spot!
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| Now everybody actin’like it’s candy drops,
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| But they bitin’like when Tyson and Evander box.
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| Oh, well-I-still-will-ride-fresh switch 'Lacs every season,
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| Kick a door down my raps what they needin'.
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| Couple bad women that’ll pledge their allegiance,
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| Never broke hoes, coach bags are deceivin'!
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| Two straps on me, never-dealin'-with-a pat down
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| While-I'm-walkin'-to-the-private-jet in the background!
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| I ain’t see a throne, that’s why I never sat down!
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| Pass-it-to-the-king like cats out in Sac-Town!
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| No Demarcus, I don’t give a damn, it’s no instagram, I’m just into Cham'!
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| Open hands and then enter grands; |
| anythin’I got, I’m gon’get again!
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| Killin’all y’all, tell me what do y’all call!
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| Bad-guy-that-never-pass! |
| I’m-the-villain-ball-hog!
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| You on the come up but I’m playin'"duck hunt",
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| When I put my guns up, that’s the day that y’all fall!
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| You ain’t playin’in the game; |
| you a lame, you a mascot!
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| Always-tryna-criticize the things that we rap 'bout,
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| While-I'm movin'-like-a-pair-of-J's on the blacktop;
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| You don’t run a thing but out of space on your laptop!
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| I’m a-start-a-tab my change never max out
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| Main broke rapper, main one pullin’cash out!
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| I’m a-have-yo'-woman on swangs in my Lac drop.
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| You don’t like it? |
| You-can-catch-a-fade like a flat top.
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| Lame get a name, y’all lames tell 'em: «That's hot! |
| «Not me! |
| I-say-I-never-bought-it, boy!
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| I’m-comin'-for-the-money like an auditor,
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| Look how I murdered everybody that-you-thought-was-raw!
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| It don’t mean that you made it if you on a tour;
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| You’re not a headliner if you’re on a four!
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| Anybody got beef, I’m a carnivore,
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| Don’t-make-me-rain-on-your-parade like it’s Mardi Gras!
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| Not Mardi Gras, it’s not February! |
| Not January, it’s Ben &Jerr!
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| Mixed with some liquor, it’s a Bloody Mary; |
| such a nasty flow it’s unsanitary!
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| Gettin’motion sickness cause I roll the sickest
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| On the road to riches and you know the bidness;
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| Cause the flow is vicious, you supposed to witness;
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| When-I-get-it, I’m a-be-like: «What I told you, snitches? |
| "
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| Shoow tiiime! |
| (shoooow tiiiiiime!) Turn dooooown theee liiiights,
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| it’s shoow tiiiiime! |
| (damn riiiight!)
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| And this woooorld iiiis miiiiine, no liiiieeee! |
| (noooo liiiieeee!)
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| Turn uuuup theee briiiights an’let’s shiiiiine, (aaaaaal-riiiiight!)
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| Cause this woooorld iiiis miiiiine, hmmmmm!
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| Should never be a question in your mind about it!
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| Stay loaded!
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| Chamillitary!
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| See? |
| You call it motivation…
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| I call it… «Ammunition»! |