Jay-Z - 44 4's

Jay Z

"44 4's"

Roc-A-Fella forever, Hov for life

Debut's a classic, first album four mics

I should have got a five, but niggas lacked foresight

But I don't give a fuck

I aint't do it for the hype

I do it for the hustlers, for the ghetto, for their plight

For the struggle, for those who bubble white

For fly four-by-fours, ruthless cars, flawless ice

For the pain for yall to know what it's like

For everytime it rains forty days and forty nights

For every promise made that never saw the light

I'll get my own forty acres give me four nights

Four O's, a glock forty for the jackers and I'm right

Or the four-four would suffice

A fourteen year old to look out for the Vice

And you can sit back and can just wait for the flight

Ya boy takeoff look I've been strippin all my life

That's the type of metaphors I write

To let niggas know I was real before the mic

Before front rows had the fur at the fight

No PETA on my peter left some room for the divas

In a suite we'll meet up if you're wild for the night

On a rampage, champagne pours on the floor

For all those who aint make it here lost their life

Wouldn't forget y'all for any price

Not for no hoes, not for no ice

Not for no fame, nor for bright lights

So I'm a end this here this fly ass kite

Forty-four fours muthafuckers, I'm nice!