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44 Killers Lyrics

from When The Smoke Clears

"44 Killers" is track #5 on the album When The Smoke Clears. It was written by Paul Beauregard;jordan Houston.
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I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin' all that fuckin' shit)
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)

I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin' all that fuckin' shit)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fightin' niggas over a bitch)
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck all you fuckin' hoes)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Yeah nigga)
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to

To you haters I'm the predator, set 'em up, wet 'em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug dealer regular
Coke poppin', bird shoppin', droppin' don't ya step to the
Triple Six, guns click, bitch we the murderers

Triple Six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin' biz?
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollers let 'em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at 'em with the forty four

I'ma sic 'em, heat 'em, leave 'em bleedin', fill 'em full of millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat 'em, creature feature, coke
And weed-a soze, 2 L O R D, sippin' ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass to see 'em

Now tell me how you boys talk with all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you got the key that open doors of the mid-south?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters grown
Left half of you haters alone and watched you die all on your own

I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
('Cause nigga we ain't playin' with ya)
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready to blast)

I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(What's up nigga?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards)
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to

Songwriters
Paul Beauregard;Jordan Houston

Published by
TEFNOISE PUBLISHING LLC

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