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