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44s - jay rock lyrics

[intro]

[hook: jay rock]

yeah i’m popping 44s, n-ggas better lock and load
yeah i’m popping 44s, that’ll leave your homies broke
yeah i’m popping 44s, n-ggas better lock and load
yeah i’m popping 44s, that’ll leave your homies broke

[verse 1: emjae]

what you doing bout me
many n-ggas ain’t ready
i’m to deli when it come to the [?]
i bet he, tried to run like a n-gga won’t [?]
rock’s on down cause he on with [?]
hanging round town like a n-gga won’t get it
getting off pounds but his change still petty
hop in that chevy
they know that i’m heavy
if you n-ggas ain’t scary
then the better get ready
i’m emjae, emjae
no i don’t play when i come with the k
f-ck a memory cause i come here to stay
n-gga you deceased cause you come here to lay
straight about the [?] startin’ sh-t with a full clip
so when a mothaf-cka tripped in a [?]
and then i make my bullets stick like hot grease
stick like hot chicks, n-gga, i got this
rock be popping 44s
me i love that tec and nina
watch my lead hydrate your body like aquafina
any n-gga f-cking with me, i’m busting the piece
bringing you the trouble how you want it to be
so f-ck with these g’s, otherwise have you down on your knees
begging us please [?], you don’t want it with we, see?
we got the projects going nuts
any any n-gga dissin’ watts, yeah we f-cking ’em up
i’m emjae n-ggas run away i rhyme to the beat
straight off that eastside 99th street, holla at me n-gga

[hook]

[verse 2: jay rock]

you n-ggas want beef, let’s make it official
c-ck and bust, sending plenty n-ggas to hospitals
i’m like tom cruise been through missions impossible
you trying to stop me, that’s gon be a mission impossible
aim i still [?] at ya, on the tip of the silencer
red dot spotted ya, hollow tips gonna silence ya
got a lock like slammers
i’m a mc good with hammers
hit your block, spray
n-gga don’t play
put you in the garbage like [?]
i’m packin’ a four
that’ll make you rock and roll
that’ll make you drop to the floor
these bullets burn a bit
leave your eyes closed permanent
you don’t wanna work my nerve
my nerve will tell me grab the bird
and when i get the bird
i’ma knock your brains up on the curb
and i’ma dip and swerve with the herbs and some syrup
and i’ma hit the church, send the word, have you murked
and a, a week later they gon be digging up dirt
and now you a memory, your face all up on a shirt

- jay rock lyrics

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