44 Cal. Killa Lyrics - Singles - Benzino

Haven't you ever heard 

(Trackmasters) 

A Killa 

Zino, 44 Caliber Killa 

Face, young McNeil 

44 Caliber Killa 

I keep the heat close by, come through 

On any block start dumping Zino 

Don't stop, stop frontin' 44 reasons 

To hit you with a gurvin' while your fam's sleepin' 

(Nice man) 

Why your man's bleedin' 

(Have his ass leakin') 

Gotta face the reaper 

Prepare for the worst 

The only thing certain right now 

You leavin' in a hearse 

No negotiating time's up rhyme's up 

I'm gon split ya, 44'll hit ya I'm the 44 Caliber Killa 

Every day you run inside 

Niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber Killa 

He'll tie you up quick, get your throat slit 

He's the 44 Caliber Killa, he comin' through 

Your hood kickin' down your door 

He's the 44 Caliber Killa 

Killin' pain from the lane, came infrared 

You've been shot by the 44 Caliber Killa 

I keep the 44 cocked for fools 

The Son of Sam the serial killa 

(Lock your doors) 

I got a bottle nigga cock and shoot 

I do this for respect honey and not for loot 

I got you stuck in the game and you can't win it 

'Cause I'm a made man known to hang men 

Scarface back at ya with the hard shit and bullshittin' 

Me get you brought in so back 

The fuck up with that tough talk honey 

I know y'all nigga and y'all don't want me 

I'm a gangsta in his true form, let it be heard 

I got niggas from the wild, wild to the 73rd 

All I gotta do is give 'em the word 

And your ass is in a meat wagon 

With your forehead saggin' 

I'm tellin' y'all these streets is cold 

Eat your ass up piece by piece 

Shit you out whole the return of the invincible nigga 

It's the 44 Caliber Killa 

Every day you run inside 

Niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber Killa 

He'll tie you up quick, get your throat slit 

He's the 44 Caliber Killa, he comin' through 

Your hood kickin' down your door 

He's the 44 Caliber Killa 

Killin' pain from the lane, came infrared 

You've been shot by the 44 Caliber Killa