"44" lyrics
163Margs & Booter Bee Lyrics
Numerous times that we got round there
Why you think that the opp boys scared?
They're talking bare, but them boy get aired
My nigga S lose in his head
Doing it bait, he couldn't really care
He'll still wet that bait in public
Two sticks in the ride
Nah, I ain't talking drumsticks
If it's on sale, man cop it
Cop that
If it's too long, man chop it
Chop that
None of my pagans on it
Mo stack, we get the whole block popping
No, we ain't stopping
Need some more bodies dropping
On the net, they move all brave
But live in the flesh, them boy there cutting
Them boy there dusting
Handy coming in handy
About four for the forty-four
Got guns on deck
But still need more
When it rains, it pours
The police hate my batch
Why?
'Cause we keep breaking laws
Opp boys hate us too
Why?
'Cause we keep taking tours
Banksy, I painted the streets
I'm an artist
Before rap, I emptied the cartridge
I ain't going home till I locate my target
Spot that, jump out the ride like I'm carsick
This shit gets revolting
Shooting compulsive
** died and we billed up a full spliff
Went jail for attempted murder
Came out the can still on that bullshit
Headshot done nigga dirty
We made ** fly like a turkey
We made lil man run by the shops
When * got shot, he dropped like a burpee
When I catch ** a next time
Someone's getting put on the headlines
Two burners in the ride
If the drill goes right, someone's on the headlines
Man back that quick and turn that drip
When I swing that, give man more than a rip
Man got more than a bit
Lil bro went O, made more than a gib
Gang, gang live
Know we touring the strip
Call me Grandad Vic
'Cause I walk with the stick
If you love me, bae, then hold this tray
When it rains, it pours
And you know I can't slip
Handy coming in handy
About four for the forty-four
Got guns on deck
But still need more
When it rains, it pours
The police hate my batch
Why?
'Cause we keep breaking laws
Opp boys hate us too
Why?
'Cause we keep taking tours
Handy coming in handy
About four for the forty-four
Got guns on deck
But still need more
When it rains, it pours
The police hate my batch
Why?
'Cause we keep breaking laws
Opp boys hate us too
Why?
'Cause we keep taking tours
Why you think that the opp boys scared?
They're talking bare, but them boy get aired
My nigga S lose in his head
Doing it bait, he couldn't really care
He'll still wet that bait in public
Two sticks in the ride
Nah, I ain't talking drumsticks
If it's on sale, man cop it
Cop that
If it's too long, man chop it
Chop that
None of my pagans on it
Mo stack, we get the whole block popping
No, we ain't stopping
Need some more bodies dropping
On the net, they move all brave
But live in the flesh, them boy there cutting
Them boy there dusting
Handy coming in handy
About four for the forty-four
Got guns on deck
But still need more
When it rains, it pours
The police hate my batch
Why?
'Cause we keep breaking laws
Opp boys hate us too
Why?
'Cause we keep taking tours
Banksy, I painted the streets
I'm an artist
Before rap, I emptied the cartridge
I ain't going home till I locate my target
Spot that, jump out the ride like I'm carsick
This shit gets revolting
Shooting compulsive
** died and we billed up a full spliff
Went jail for attempted murder
Came out the can still on that bullshit
Headshot done nigga dirty
We made ** fly like a turkey
We made lil man run by the shops
When * got shot, he dropped like a burpee
When I catch ** a next time
Someone's getting put on the headlines
Two burners in the ride
If the drill goes right, someone's on the headlines
Man back that quick and turn that drip
When I swing that, give man more than a rip
Man got more than a bit
Lil bro went O, made more than a gib
Gang, gang live
Know we touring the strip
Call me Grandad Vic
'Cause I walk with the stick
If you love me, bae, then hold this tray
When it rains, it pours
And you know I can't slip
Handy coming in handy
About four for the forty-four
Got guns on deck
But still need more
When it rains, it pours
The police hate my batch
Why?
'Cause we keep breaking laws
Opp boys hate us too
Why?
'Cause we keep taking tours
Handy coming in handy
About four for the forty-four
Got guns on deck
But still need more
When it rains, it pours
The police hate my batch
Why?
'Cause we keep breaking laws
Opp boys hate us too
Why?
'Cause we keep taking tours
