44 (Explicit)

Kick in the door waving the 44

All you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more

Don’t hit me no more

Don’t hit me no more

Kick in the door waving the 44

I need something that can feed my spirit

As far as gangsta niggaz, I’m the weirdest

Mine aligned with the stars and the pyramids

Rhyme fearless, off a fifth of Uncle Nearest

Pummeling your dearest

You’ll never come near it, she’s out your league

Your pimp game obsolete

She laying on top of me like an apostrophe

Not to be a mockery,

But she properly polishing my phallic peace sloppily

I’m bout to be

Coming through the door with a humbling flow

The story unfolds and crumbles your soul

I just thought you should know

Hating only makes me stronger

I’m well composed she suck me longer, busted in her nose the scent of good karma

The top performer, if the 4 warn you

It exploded in your face then I reloaded the case

Kept squeezing til his flesh stopped moving

He just reacting to the bullets see I’m trippin I be losing

My mental with a pencil and an instrumental I can rip you

Bones come out the tissue know your mama sure to miss you

Had to kiss you through the casket

Your father wasn’t present left that bastard wrapped in plastic,

Dropped him in a pool of acid,

See

This is what happens when a civilized savage pulls a sigil from his cabbage

Gets to sifting through the cabinets for the herbs that can match with

The native women dancing now the drought will never happen

Cause my reign is everlasting, Al-Jabbaar

Kick in the door waving the 44

All you heard was poppa don’t hit me no more

Don’t hit me no more

Don’t hit me no more

Don’t hit me no more

Kick in the door waving the 44

Don’t make a sound everybody on the floor

Every body on the

Floor

Chasing after some hundreds

Mashing on niggaz empty your stomach

You got it? I want, just run it

You think it? I done it,

I don’t believe nothing from these rappin niggaz

Outside and active, mama couldn’t afford no action figures

Master splinters under my epidermis

Peep the wheels that I’m turning

Too much syrup in my stomach

Still get served, how you want it

Uh, soft white inside that gain box ain’t no detergent

Bout my money no deterring

You was shining in the summer, starving by October

In the winter I’m still splurging, your ***** call me Julius Erving

I’m the doctor

The one that keeps her coming like it’s urgent

Then look her in the eyes say she deserves it

Now here’s some jewelry

Forever yes for me, it’s always no for simpleton

Embarrassed by your tree she don’t believe in smoking Middleton

You know how it’s ending when, a worker you resembling

Join my assembly I’ll front you with a cutie

Please bring my money to me

Oh, before I ever slip I’ll get a grip

Call me old school cause I still want $200 for a zip

I don’t lost my mind, my kids was lost and found behind her lips

Almost out of lines in this banana clip

Analyze the manuscript

Ra about to drop again, phony rappers scrambling

Cause I won’t let it breathe now

Acting like I ain’t the baddest on the scene, how?

***** I’m high as 17 Yao Mings now