Lyrics

We're running out of ammunition general We need money That's when I was living in the palace The money, when do we get the money? Come on, let them enjoy the movie picture Greater than where you are Brian Yeah, Illah days man you know what I mean? Illah days shit y'all word out Nazareth check me out Hey y'all, hey y'all and will I drop ill and real maledictions Erected fitting yo spit a load and they hold submission Stop the bitchin' the battlefield sound with tension Spots get Christian pull up with shots make sure ammunition street addiction Got me Melano died of mission plus my disquisition Formal plan for position or for intuition first off of our mind I listen I grind the mission this and I'm over those intentions Got me locked in prison first form of high school detention Facts I'm pitching from knowledge gang giant The wrist not shining glisten leaving out with no time extension Miriam be pinching two in the cord in the kitchen I slaughter water recorders Mike fights no mites some lynching Leaving them seeds off the hook on these Pre investigation information could blow a whole nation So what you face in heaven hell situation My last word is you or you're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e Pre investigation information could blow a whole nation So what you face in heaven Hell situation (My last word) Representing hella nigga you know what I mean? (You're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e) Chilling in the building Hey y'all, hey y'all, hey y'all, thoughts get caught not the beast of revile Worth the garden pardon me as I plant no seeds While my alamo them fast and flashing with the golden globe Trashing G over roll past you and no nothing couldn't match me Ashy ass knee says, "Y'all niggas seek to cease The builder back to the streets black 720 D's" Where your mindset practice on locks still on freeze Dripping the cheese on the block trying to snatch cheese Glocks real like walking rocks inside prison ill Your uncontrollable grill to get your frame feel get hit With all types of shit in dark hallways Who you're mocking my brother? You through from hallways Hard days we have a braid laughing at Gas Spray Play the yard and steak-head rockin with dark shapes Lame niggas featherweight I make their brains levitate Chris escapades I represent her like a delegate These are the breaks done no feelings I fell in naked These are the breaks son no filler high nigga, hey Right up man HP hella blind Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation So what you face in heaven hell situation My last word is you or you're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e Pre investigation information could blow a whole nation So what you face in heaven hell situation My last word is you or you're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e Back down trying to get their shit right (right up man) Peace Luke man you know what I mean? My last word is you or you're not gonna die Ponch'e, Ponch'e, Ponch'e
Writer(s): Justin Cross, Johnnie Maye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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