44s

[Intro]

[Hook: Jay Rock]

Yeah I'm popping 44s, niggas better lock and load

Yeah I'm popping 44s, that'll leave your homies broke

Yeah I'm popping 44s, niggas better lock and load

Yeah I'm popping 44s, that'll leave your homies broke

[Verse 1: Emjae]

What you doing bout me

Many niggas ain't ready

I'm to deli when it come to the [?]

I bet he, tried to run like a nigga won't [?]

Rock's on down cause he on with [?]

Hanging round town like a nigga won't get it

Getting off pounds but his change still petty

Hop in that Chevy

They know that I'm heavy

If you niggas ain't scary

Then the better get ready

I'm Emjae, Emjae

No I don't play when I come with the K

Fuck a memory cause I come here to stay

Nigga you deceased cause you come here to lay

Straight about the [?] startin' shit with a full clip

So when a mothafucka tripped in a [?]

And then I make my bullets stick like hot grease

Stick like hot chicks, Nigga, I got this

Rock be popping 44s

Me I love that TEC and nina

Watch my lead hydrate your body like Aquafina

Any nigga fucking with me, I'm busting the piece

Bringing you the trouble how you want it to be

So fuck with these G's, otherwise have you down on your knees

Begging us please [?], you don't want it with we, see?

We got the projects going nuts

Any any nigga dissin' Watts, yeah we fucking 'em up

I'm Emjae niggas run away I rhyme to the beat

Straight off that Eastside 99th street, holla at me nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

You niggas want beef, let's make it official

Cock and bust, sending plenty niggas to hospitals

I'm like Tom Cruise been through missions impossible

You trying to stop me, that's gon be a mission impossible

Aim I still [?] at ya, on the tip of the silencer

Red dot spotted ya, hollow tips gonna silence ya

Got a lock like slammers

I'm a MC good with hammers

Hit your block, spray

Nigga don't play

Put you in the garbage like [?]

I'm packin' a four

That'll make you rock and roll

That'll make you drop to the floor

These bullets burn a bit

Leave your eyes closed permanent

You don't wanna work my nerve

My nerve will tell me grab the bird

And when I get the bird

I'ma knock your brains up on the curb

And I'ma dip and swerve with the herbs and some syrup

And I'ma hit the church, send the word, have you murked

And a, a week later they gon be digging up dirt

And now you a memory, your face all up on a shirt