40 Cal

[40 Cal]

Aiyyo, the heat do spray

Oh dough, too cheap, toupee

I just blow his wig off like a C2K

I don't care what ya people say

When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay

What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray

Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that's a holiday/Halle Day

I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay

See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray

I'm a Dr. Dre, stacks is high

Niggaz comin' at me wrong, and I ask 'em why

And they don't have the right answer, like Allen I.

Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye

And get ya, squad aware, Harlem's here

And if we ain't got Roc on, we got Rob 'Em Wear

Cardiare, army's, safari gear

With coke, will line up more heads than a barber's chair

Them my fiend niggaz

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This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou'

Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild

Laugh, flows, crack on the stove

When you hear that 4-0, act like you know

[40 Cal]

40, I can show you how to get a mean stack

Supply you with crack that'll get your fiends back

Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped

Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch

And I'ma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya

Throw 'em on the M track, that's how I train doja's

Broke niggaz lie and steal, I leave 'em lyin' still

You got a watch, you dead, that's time to kill

It ain't vitamins and when I show 'em the iron pills

I'ma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill

I buy out deals, why? Cuz I rhyme reals

So don't think it's millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil'

I'm like a mind field, niggaz scared to step to me

Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me

See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe

Dipset Byrd gang, told you, consecutively

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[40 Cal]

Touch my jewels, niggaz rather palm a grenade

My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs

Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid

But I ain't talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg

Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg', have you cleaning my house

That's the one way ya squad'll be made

Sparkin' the gaze, like barbers that fade

I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves

I'm why niggaz smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father away

Just to make you go, farther away

Cuz in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny

You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy

You mad my tom' heavy and fancy

Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family

Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam

Fuck Sammy, call me Semi Sosa

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