J. Sands - Still Got The Ammo lyrics

Sample: Sean Price from Heltah Skeltah's "Soliders Gone Psycho" Straight from the under, I make n***as wonder why... (x2) [Verse 1: Main Flow] I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys It's not an ease, bless n***as 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 [Hook: Main Flow - 2x] 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 [Verse 2: Godilla] Blows like a fire arm, and they got on safety Play my cards right, God's right, something like AC Understudy of the pawn's rock, kins and the Jay-z's n***as hate me, take three, try to stop me Fold each and every one of you, origami sh** on every track I'm on, port-a-potty War with papi, verbally I'm all tsunami Rain on 'em every time, for pa** the cloudy Open sixteen I'm aim like an orange with hobby The porch of army, iller man 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 f**ing with me Simple math I divide a couple hundred MC's (M.O.P. Sample: Not your average...) with bricks and lyrics Aim specific, we got more shots than a biscuit [Hook - 2x] [Verse 3: El Da Sensei] 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 sh** Mosh pit, marksman, gun blast regardless Corner the market and set if off like Frankie Cause these n***as is a**, and y'all want to thank me Mainly I boast for the sh** 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 n***a, and still make it happen I hate the past tense, so bye for now With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow show you how [Interlude - Soldiers Gone Psycho Sample] Straight from the under, I make n***as wonder why My parabellum be swelling, cerebellums when ya dwelling Straight from the under, I make n***as wonder why The caucazoid, you void, my n***as rebellin' [Verse 4: J. Sands] 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 sh** sound like the north side, k**er county Home sweet home, but feeling like an out of townie I don't f** with snakes, but yo they still around me Plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie Straight up, sh** 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 Uhh...right off the shoulder The kids getting older and the world's getting colder So I dip to So'Cal, lay low and profile Cause I got ammo that make it go...BLAOW (blaow, blaow)