Snowgoons, El Da Sensei, J. Sands, Main Flow, Godilla - Still Got The Ammo lyrics

Sample: Sean Price from Heltah
Skeltah's "Soliders Gone Psycho"

Straight from the under
I make niggas wonder why

I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys
It's not an ease
Bless niggas like they got to sneeze
Connect, bless me with a lot of trees
Now I can plot a freeze
Go with the wind when I spot a breeze
From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales
We all about the Malachi Z
York and stem cells
And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow
Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow
I like the time, and repent for a lying sin
Leviathan, the higher pen
I write words to violins
Cash to stack a van


Up against the cracker plan
The blacker man still got
The ammo like Pakistan
Nice goal, hit the city and dice roll
And slice holes
Like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl
Hit with the wham-o
Three soldiers coming in camo
What up fam-o, you know we still got the ammo
Man the ship, with ammo and command the grip
Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
Land and dip
With ammo I'm the man that trip
Plan to rip the tongue is like
A gun with a banana clip

Blows like a fire arm, and they got on safety
Play my cards right, God's right
Something like AZ
I've been studying the punk's rock
Kin to the Jay-Z's
Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me
Fold each and every one of you, origami
Shit on every track I'm on, port-a-potty
War with papi, verbally I'm all tsunami
Rain on 'em every time, for pass the cloudy
Open sixteen I'm aim like
An orange with hobby the porch of army
Iller men handle the scandal still got ammo
Your panel now fall into shambles
Hang low, get cancelled like the WB
Hungry to eat, hustle to breath
You ain't fucking with me
Simple math I divide a couple hundred MC's
(MOP sample: Not your average)
With bricks and lyrics aim specific
We got more shots than a biscuit

Man the ship, with ammo and command the grip
Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
Land and dip
With ammo I'm the man that trip
Plan to rip the tongue is like
A gun with a banana clip

Target on scope
Slip through the darkness in trees
Peep the hardest indeed
Make every goddess devi
My clip full of ammo
Magazines come in threes
Boot strap, new rap, simmer army fatigues
Brave years of hardships
Now I make that hard shit
Mosh pit, marksman, gun blast regardless
Corner the market and set if off like Frankie
Cause these niggas is ass
And y'all want to thank me
Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for
Allegiance is completed when y'all
Hittin' the dance floor
I never lose sight, shotta that's too nice
Have more than two fights when
They was hogging the mike
Modeling type, my looks succeed
Would you imagine
Mid 30's my nigga, and still make it happen
I hate the past tense, so bye for now
With Snowgoons, J sands
Main Flow show you how

Straight from the under
I make niggas wonder why
My parabellum be swelling
Cerebellums when ya dwelling
Straight from the under
I make niggas wonder why
The caucazoid, you void, my niggas rebellin'

Ayo, my man in East Orange
Told me the streets warrin' ran the castle
Dodge the shells that keep pourin'
Early morning, until the night transformin'
Far from dormant
The freaks come out without warning
The shit sound like the north side
Killer county home sweet home
But feeling like an out of townie
I don't fuck with snakes
But yo they still around me
Plus the jake carry heat just
To grill a brownie
Straight up, shit is real
Let the trey-eight buck
Better not tell a soul when
You ain't wake up
Cause some boys know the feds better
Than they know the ledge
Big gates, blow the bread
Or some youngin' blow they head
Uhhright off the shoulder
The kids getting older and
The world's getting colder
So I dip to SoCal, lay low and profile
Cause I got ammo that make it goblAOW
(blaow, blaow)