Texty:
Empty 44

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

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

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

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

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

.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

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

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

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