.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
What It Do All Day (all day), All Night (all night) All Day (all day), All Night (all night) [Verse 2] [The Game] Yo if Cass don't get em Then the 44
It Do All Day (all day), All Night (all night) All Day (all day), All Night (all night) [Second Verse] [The Game] Yo if Cass don't get em Then the 44
the evening treat Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street Men were shot down for the sake of fun Or just to hear the noise of their 44
off the frown Heaven knows he won't hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He said 'I played Chaplin for Hitler in March 44 Been
the 44 beside me Red light to guide me to your vital point With my heat I anoint you a second from death My only regret, is that I emptied out my whole
Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a livin' Hell? And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty
murder 'cause you ain't gonna live Murder Bloody, bloody murder Murder Nothing but the killer I'll make you disappear as if you dissolved My problems solved, it's the 44
slugs between they shoulders Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip
your chest real fuckin wide You fuckin with a murderer, caddie coup burglar Sweep you off your dana's, when you see me i'l be serving a Ziggy zag, 44
