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Yeah, yeah Aye Ok Shaney I see you, for real Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy Aye You could, tell by the way that I walk That a young nigga prolly run the block You can prolly tell, way I talk That I, ain't from around here Run your mouth one more time we gon' see Fuck around the streets prolly go and get you fined yeah Fuck them niggas every day of the week yeah Man I'm, prolly ain't get no sleep White leather glove on my wrist like I'm Jackson If I'm on that shit you already know it's platinum Last one two three, they all classics Now I might fuck around and go and do some acting Or some back flips, you feel me? Hop out this shit I got 'em dizzy You feel me yeah? Hop up on this shit and you know I'm dropping corpses Eagle rich as fuck but he out here in some Forces Make y'all niggas go and wanna switch the forces Yeah, for real Go against Eagle and you know it's rest in peace Made this shit happen but it used to be a dream Yeah, aye I got the ammo Niggas talk a lot Tell me something what's the plan though Down in Africa where I eat the proper Nando's Killers outside ready for war they out in camo Yeah aye I got the ammo Niggas talk a lot Tell me something what's the plan bro Bad bitch on my left she worried 'bout her angles Killers outside ready for war they out in camo Gimme the ammo Lambo Hiding in camo Lamming in Athlone I'm here with Shane and Shane Capetownian famo We let the slave chains hang like it was Django Ygen 'til the end, that's for life The eagle has landed we take flight I've seen your car, you've seen my bike Yeah he's a mongoose and he might bite I be in the streets like we on strike You fuck with the g's and you bleeding on sight Keep your hearts I don't need your likes And keep your words I don't need advice, uh Load the ammunition magazines are plus sizes Giving my opinion I'm being unbiased 6 a.m. flights I look geroek I'm kak tired And on a BMX like DMX in ruff riders Product of my environment from a tough climate Mountains all around me no fear I must climb it Never lose momentum long distance truck drivers Wings of an eagle my steez is much flyer Ygen is shining do you need a sun visor I'm the young youngsta all the youngstas admire No prison records but I do have some priors Raised hard couldn't show weakness or kindness Naw had to be a g and claim that gang Out in the streets 'til the daylight came Watch how you speak if you say my name My brasse drive bakkies and they getting money It's actually funny you think you above me I am so shooketh I can't overlooketh A gun I will shoot it at all of you poeses Gimme the ammo Lambo Hiding in camo Lamming in Athlone I'm here with Shane and Shane Capetownian famo We let the slave chains hang like it was Django Ygen 'til the end, that's for life The eagle has landed we take flight I've seen car, you've seen my bike Yeah he's a mongoose and he might bite I be in the streets like we on strike You fuck with the g's and you bleeding on sight Keep your hearts I don't need your likes And keep your words I don't need advice Yeah, aye I got the ammo Niggas talk a lot Tell me something what's the plan though Down in Africa where I eat the proper Nando's Killers outside ready for war they out in camo

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' (yeah yeah) Fumo venti coperti Esco con 'sti jeans stretti Voglio tartare sì, tonno Sto passando col rosso Siamo vestiti bene Sto mangiando burrata La tua fi' sa di cherry Sto fumando insalata Amore, svegli 30 ore Siamo tutti e 30 sì 30 su un jeeppone Frullato al lampone Frà chiamo Fabione Dimmi c'è qualcosa sì Che lo chiami e corre Oh, amore Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Teng nu metod 'ca risolv Tutt 'e problem e realizz 'e suonn Torn l'ammor ra casa mij Crir'c semp t pigl o' munn Certi 'ccos quann 'nne capisc Ma 'e rimanè legat' 'e radic Si è partut 'a mill sacrific Anema, core e nu par e amic Gir ca crew re fenomenal Cu na cintur tremila dann Mentalità veng ra operaij Viagg comm a metropolitan Vers 'nu par 'e Martini Bianc Bev 'a salut e chi è fort 'o frat Comm a 'nu tagl 'e na scimitarr Comm a n'assol cu 'sta chitarr Quando l'aria non è straordinaria Mando un razzo mission interplanetaria 'Sti castelli in aria senza vuoti d'aria Vediamo che storia Oh amore Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Mischio i colori dentro al Pastis Perché Marsiglia non è Paris In tutto il mondo c'è sempre un sud Se viaggi il mondo poi torni lì Ma 'sto tempo cambierà Il sole asciugherà ogni lacrima Sto tornando al Rione Per fare i regali ai bambini a Natale come Santa Claus Lei è in Spagna e non sa lo spagnolo È in Francia e non parla francese È mio fratello ma lo chiamo ammo' Se ne ho bisogno lui subito viene La differenza tra me e te sta Sostanzialmente nei cachet, fra' Tu sei solo un figlio di papà Io sono solo un figlio che li dà al papà Ma quale gangsta, ma quale hip hop Fann 'e brav annanz a 'na '38 Dur pur men e chesta kush Nun puo mettr a pizz contr 'o sushi Oh, amore Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo' Amore, amore, ammo'

Well now, early one day, I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole. I was think I could sure use Another bottle of booze And my baits a runnin' a little low, Yeah and a box of twelve gauge Would be all the rage When I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good Well, just up the road There's a place called Bubba's, Man he's got the goods And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin', Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin' hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your Rebel Flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Well when I walked in I couldn't even begin To describe just a what I smelled. Lord was it the catfish bait, Or something Bubba had ate, Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf With a toothless grin, He said so step on in And make yourself right at home And I said no thank you man Just a twelve pack of cans And I'll be good to go And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin', Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin' hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your Rebel Flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Yes they do! And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin', Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin' hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your Rebel Flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Walk it! The sign says beer bait and ammo yeah, you ask me they've got it all!