Text: Benzino. 44 Cal. Killa.

Haven't you ever heard
(Trackmasters)
A Killa

Zino, 44 Caliber Killa
Face, young McNeil
44 Caliber Killa

I keep the heat close by, come through
On any block start dumping Zino
Don't stop, stop frontin' 44 reasons
To hit you with a gurvin' while your fam's sleepin'
(Nice man)

Why your man's bleedin'
(Have his ass leakin')
Gotta face the reaper
Prepare for the worst

The only thing certain right now
You leavin' in a hearse
No negotiating time's up rhyme's up
I'm gon split ya, 44'll hit ya I'm the 44 Caliber Killa

Every day you run inside
Niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber Killa
He'll tie you up quick, get your throat slit
He's the 44 Caliber Killa, he comin' through

Your hood kickin' down your door
He's the 44 Caliber Killa
Killin' pain from the lane, came infrared
You've been shot by the 44 Caliber Killa

I keep the 44 cocked for fools
The Son of Sam the serial killa
(Lock your doors)
I got a bottle nigga cock and shoot

I do this for respect honey and not for loot
I got you stuck in the game and you can't win it
'Cause I'm a made man known to hang men
Scarface back at ya with the hard shit and bullshittin'

Me get you brought in so back
The fuck up with that tough talk honey
I know y'all nigga and y'all don't want me
I'm a gangsta in his true form, let it be heard

I got niggas from the wild, wild to the 73rd
All I gotta do is give 'em the word
And your ass is in a meat wagon
With your forehead saggin'

I'm tellin' y'all these streets is cold
Eat your ass up piece by piece
Shit you out whole the return of the invincible nigga
It's the 44 Caliber Killa

Every day you run inside
Niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber Killa
He'll tie you up quick, get your throat slit
He's the 44 Caliber Killa, he comin' through

Your hood kickin' down your door
He's the 44 Caliber Killa
Killin' pain from the lane, came infrared
You've been shot by the 44 Caliber Killa