Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 44 Magnum , by - Army of the Pharaohs. Release date: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
44 Magnum |
| I’m infatuated with the fast line life |
| My forehead lacerated like they just framed christ |
| Or bitch captivated when I’m activated |
| Nine planets under my palm, y’all niggas have to hate it |
| I let y’all debate who the one who rap the greatest |
| Deadweight niggas get your fucking souls assassinated |
| The most manic depressive snatching your necklace |
| Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record |
| Your team is gay, how manage to rep it? |
| I’m the slum chemistry faggots get disconnected |
| Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you’re too delicate |
| Hot slugs and metal rip, can’t wait to see the pellets hit |
| Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul |
| Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll |
| Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll |
| Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould |
| Yeah, see niggas slug it out for absolutely nothing |
| Like rumours on who they baby momma’s sucking and fucking (me) |
| Debating on who running the block them niggas be hugging |
| ? |
| crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me) |
| That’s why this nigga bringing up my name in lame discussion |
| Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I’m clutching |
| Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track |
| Cut no slack, just react so bring it back nigga |
| I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos |
| With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos |
| Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out |
| With my bare hands, there’s blood on my grand poncho |
| I don’t give a flying fuck though, we all nutso |
| Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco |
| If I was you I’d pray, bucko |
| You could be the first motherfucker that I cut and the vein cut slow |
| Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian |
| And Vinnie P blast with heat like I’m Vesuvian |
| If y’all wanna overstand death then y’all should screw with him |
| Hooligans who beef when it ain’t got nothing to do with them |
| Where I’m from niggas wouldn’t dare to take the same route |
| I ain’t gotta say no names to get my name out |
| It’s fucked up what the game about but |
| Voices ain’t been the same since T-Pain came out |
| If you ain’t shooting you gonna get shot |
| But nowadays niggas is pussy, they do the shooting when they get shot |
| Get your bitch shot, chin shot |
| Spit a shell, not a rap to make your motherfucking hip pop |
| I don’t get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop |
| Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got |
| If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt |
| It’s either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk |
| Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell |
| Miserable as hell cause a nigga wouldn’t tell |
| School of hard knocks, nigga wouldn’t fail |
| Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell |