Songtexte:
Empty 44

Yayo:] G Unit It ain't over [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah [Verse 5: Tony Yayo] We sling weed, crack and dope mixed with opium While the feds sweep the block like custodions 44

: I still hear the sounds of madness Screaming in my brain Empty thoughts of yesterday Fills my heath with pain Sitting in my car tonight With my hands

sack where they holdin' all the work at What You Know About That? What You Know About That? What You Know About That? I Know All About That Loaded 44

plus learn karate and the class is at night So he dialed the number but he failed to see The three fat zeros where it stated the fee Rodney's bank account empty

.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth

(2x):] It's 4:44 in the mornin' and you've been gone all night long, all night long All night long [8x] [Chorus (2x):] It's 4:44 in the mornin' and

Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin How many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in me The gangbangers most wanted The first nigga caught me in

the welfare weed That's fillin a nigga's siccness so I miss dead bodies In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while I'm skirtin Pass the view wit an empty

What It Do All Day (all day), All Night (all night) All Day (all day), All Night (all night) [Verse 2] [The Game] Yo if Cass don't get em Then the 44