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40 Caliber
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40 Caliber was released on January 1, 2008 by Chambermusik Records as a part of the album When All Hell Breaks Loose
ReleasedJanuary 1, 2008
LabelChambermusik Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM93
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

For all my **** locked up
Black Presidents, Volume 1
It ain't over
Y'all better clear my pathway
Hit the floor when the gat spray
Where the hoes that's nasty
Get money on a bad day
Black Market, military all day
My time be worth money, son I'm not a Rolex
Passport got stamps, 'bout to go to Quebec
I test out his vest, leave a hole in his chest
Leave him screamin', bleedin', needin' a Kotex
From the blood, sweat and tears, I'm hurtin' careers
O.G.'s who be cleanin' they guns to Roy Ayers
Come by in a shootout, roll in the wheelchairs
Same spot you be hustlin', **** get killed there
Hop up 'fore them D's'll pop up
The ice and the chains like frozen vodka
Ain't nothin' sweet here, we holdin' partner
I burn ya roster, smoke y'all like trees from a Rasta
You no MC's, you thieves and impostors
Clones and backstabbers, half smilin' faces
My gun touch anyone son, it ain't racist
Put you on TV's, even on newspapers
Who wanna get shot to be young, rich and famous?
And take it up the anus from rapid detainment
And sell they soul to be surrounded with strangers
I'm dangerous, this is H&R Block where I rapid refund
Got connects with Av's that sell machine guns
Know Jamaicans with trees that's born with green thumbs
I'ma kidnap the king and wait 'til the queen come
Take the life from the Bishop at night with one knife
Checkmate, I assassinate the head of the state
Stare the judge in his face while I'm pleadin' my case
Raise up, verse the people of the New York state
I'm not guilty, my government got plans to kill me
Just because you wash yo' hands, you still filthy
Y'all gon' kill me
Criminology, crime pays, snakes movin' it sideways
I switch lanes on lames like I'm a highway
I get your brain enslaved into my sound wave
Still blow me a ounce a day
Violate, four pounds of spray
I keep labs out of town to stay
Where Osama pay, ghetto government, U.S.A
Y'all hooked up with two ese's with AK's in East L.A
International, worldwide, Maccabee and mine
The Rabbi, raise a ruby, spit King Tut jewelry
I'm shinin' like Jack Nicholson
I'm the first and the last so it ain't no middlemen
Got trees of that ganja like I sponsor Timberlands
**** goin' back and forth, I ain't playin' Wimbledon wit' 'em
No
Yeah, one take and I'm out that motherfucker
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