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Forty Four Forty Five

my ambition in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five

hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 2] Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five

, and I'm filthy, c'mon (Chorus) [Black Rob (Puffy)] I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five

diggin' the mix, feelin' the drugs, if you keepin' it real If you livin' like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs Come back on the run

damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag The nigga, the sag, the forty five

tavern, a liquor store I got the numbers four forty-four I got a Mojo and don't you know I'm all dressed up with no place to go I got a sixty-five Cadillac

trouble At the county seat Lord, they put me in the jail house For loafin' on the street Well, the judge said guilty He made his point He said, "Forty five

bitch You slip and you're soon to get Fucked up by a lunatic Decide to pack a gat Well that's the way I prefer Your forty-four might do damage But see

up, must bust them And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas When me forty four let go, feeling