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44 Killers
4.034
Hip-Hop/Rap
44 Killers κυκλοφόρησε στις 13 Ιουνίου 2000 από LOUD Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ When the Smoke Clears
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ΆλμπουμWhen the Smoke Clears
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας13 Ιουνίου 2000
ΕτικέταLOUD Records
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM75

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Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crunchy Black
Crunchy Black
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
RICKY DUNIGAN
RICKY DUNIGAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha **** wanna do?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin' all that fuckin' shit)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Coward ass bitches)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha **** wanna do?)
[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin' all that fuckin' shit)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Fighting **** over bitch)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Fuck you motherfuckin' hoes)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off
[Verse 3]
To you haters I'm a predator
Set 'em up, wet 'em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Chrome poppin', bird shoppin', droppin', don'tcha step to tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers
[Verse 4]
Triple six is the clique, why y'all **** keep hatin' me
Y'all gone make a **** posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that **** by his throat, if he hollas, let 'em go
I ain't gon' let that **** go, I'mma hit it 'em wit da forty-four
[Verse 5]
I'ma sic 'em, heat 'em, leave 'em bleedin'
Fill 'em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass ****, torture treat 'em
Creature feature, coke and weed
Soze to L-O-R-D, sippin' ounces of that lean-ah
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send you ass ta see him
[Verse 6]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone and watched you die all on your own
And feel for ya
[Verse 7]
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Cause **** we ain't play wit ya)
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)
[Verse 8]
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (What's up ****?)
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Scared ass cowards)
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)
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauraguard
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