Shane Eagle – AMMO Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Ay
Ok Shaney I see you, for real
(Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy) Ay

You can tell by the way that I walk
That a young nigga prolly run the block
You can prolly tell, way I talk (you know it's the Eagle)
That I, ain't from around here
Run your mouth one more time we gon' see
F*ck around the streets prolly go and get you fined, yeah
F*ck them niggas every day of the week, yeah, 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 (yeah)
Made this shit happen but it used to be a dream (yeah)
 
Ay
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, ay 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, brrt
Lambo (what's up?)
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 f*ck 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
Six AM flights I look geroek I'm kak tired
And on a BMX like DMX in Ruff Ryders
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 (yeah)
Raised hard couldn't show weakness or kindness
Nah had to be a g and claim that gang
Out in the streets till 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, brrt
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 f*ck 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

Yeah, ay
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