to Atlanta Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom Security hopped out no Joe in here Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here So I uncocked the .44
t want no snoop & you don't want it wit me [Chorus (50 cent):] Everytime I come around they like "Oh No" I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44
: Fallen down in empty hopes Where dreams are dead as stone Spend the last of your existence all alone Another sleepless night Time to swallow all that
: [Chorus:] We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers throw your guns up 21 gunz solute, niggas is soldiers, ready to die recruits, We got 40 cals, 44s
: [Nas] One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shootin every motherfucker
Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty
sack where they holdin' all the work at What You Know About That? What You Know About That? What You Know About That? I Know All About That Loaded 44
slammin' like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Chorus A 44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth
ends, fuck calm I tried to stay thug, got flowin' skills but nigga They bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus
(2x):] It's 4:44 in the mornin' and you've been gone all night long, all night long All night long [8x] [Chorus (2x):] It's 4:44 in the mornin' and
But if ya bowin' down then let me do the cuttin' Yeah, come on A .44 full of bullets, face full of pale Eyes full of empty, a stare full of nails The
Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin How many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in me The gangbangers most wanted The first nigga caught me in
shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? 'cause nigga... only a child could empty a gun
the welfare weed That's fillin a nigga's siccness so I miss dead bodies In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while I'm skirtin Pass the view wit an empty
double O P You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me Every time I come around they like, "Oh no" I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
