44 Four's

[Intro] Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) (I'm kinda lovin' that) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Well I’n gone [Verse] Roc-A-Fella forever, Hov' for life Debut's a classic, first album, four mics Should've got a five, but niggas lack foresight But I don't give a fuck, I ain't do it for the hype I do it for the hustlers for the ghetto for the plight For the struggle, for those who bubble white For fly 4X4s, roofless cars, flawless ice For the pain for y'all to know what it's like For every time it rains forty days and forty nights For every promise made that never saw the light I'll get my own forty acres, give me four nights Four O's, a Glock 40 for the jackers and I'm right Or the four-four will suffice A fourteen-year-old to look out for the vice You can sit back and just wait for the flight Your boy'll take off like I've been strippin' all my life That's the type of metaphors I write But let niggas know I was real before the mic Before front rows, had the fur at the fight No PETA on my Peter, left some room for the divas In the suite, we'll meet up if ya wild for the night On a rampage, champagne pours, on the floor For all those who ain't make it here and lost they life Wouldn't forget y'all for any price Not for no hoes, not for no ice Not for no fame nor for bright lights So I'ma end this here, real mean but right 44 four's, muh'fucka, I'm nice [Outro] I am the nicest! Yessir, yessir - yessir