Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Murs, Rittz
Album:  Dominion
Song:   Mo' Ammo
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"Dominion"}

[Murs]
I'm in my Bass Pro camo, lookin like I'm Rambo
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
I'm 'bout to light it up, like it's Independence Day
I do it underground, that's the independent way
I got a dinner date, I'm ten minutes late
With this chick that I met up on the internay (huh?)
I mean the internet, I mean that fuckin app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fuckin trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is that? I met her at a show (ohh)
I'm like Jeezy sellin tickets like it's fuckin snow
Or like I'm Yeezy sellin Yeezys, I'll be goddamned
You gotta buy these V.I.P. tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you're front row
A million views, we lookin good, but no dough
I'm in the booth whippin merch like I'm in the kitchen
Strange Music goin stupid, it's your new addiction

[Chorus: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for more ammo
Rhymin like a quarter ki' inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music make you feel like you could fly?
Guns, dope, clips for more ammo
Rhymin like a quarter ki' inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music make you feel like you could fly?

[Rittz]
Look, if you ain't gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I'm +Top 5+ like Jada does
I'm speedin past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
And countin so much money that my fingertips got paper cuts
You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can't you say that captain save a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishin and she mean business
She says she love to ride it all night
I rather get head and she got suction like a Dyson upright, I seen the sunlight
Woke up and play some Maxwell, she open wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that's what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win while all you do is catch L's
My father ain't a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Shit or Pacquiao, go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spaz out
I'm Rittz biatch!

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne]
Growed with killers who rolled with millas
Some soulless niggaz who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit'cha
Po-po suspicious, we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches, you hoes fictitious and low with glitches
The dough made you notice DIBKIS - I gotta stop
Flows is gifted, I get throwed, get twisted then bro gets wicked
When I spit I'm 'bout to kill 'em and a soul is lifted - that nigga hot
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment
Rappers ain't goin straight no mo', image really need refinement
Let a nigga help recreate yo' flow, and I'm gon' design it
to make mo' dough, shake mo' hoes, hey bro-bro, this that N9ne shit
Trippin! (Why?) Cause I've been drinkin like a camel (yeah?)
Tried to play me like a piano (yeah?)
Now I'm about to go Rambo
Packin mo' ammo, nigga!

[Chorus]