45 Songtext
von 509 BMG

I got a Colt 45, aimin′ between the eyes
If you niggas was really in the field, then y'all woulda been died
I ran it up for real, shit on a nigga life just to remind ′em
I gotta run it up some more, bitch, I ain't satisfied

Boy, it's some hot shit in this 9, this bih gone get you right
Show you what we specialize in, Come off the hip shoot precise
Don′t put up no fight, second amendment rights, this bih gone take ya life
If niggas feel like they don′t like me, gone and try to earn your stripes

I sleep with a broomstick on side of me, every motherfuckin' night
These niggas Gritz, he played and he got zipped, I call him Coby White
Been runnin′ up these racks so long, think I'm losin′ electrolytes
A pussy front his move, I slump him over like he work overnights

I keep my heat on me, bet I shoot for 3, just like Glen Rice
This a gunfight, boy yo ass better not bring no knife, ya heard me?
I can't stand these rap niggas, scared to get they hands dirty
And let me catch you out of bounds, I′ma leave a stain on your jersey


These niggas be tryna keep up with jits and be pushing 30
Niggas teenagers overgrown, you can't give an old dog new bones
I walk with Nina everywhere I go, so I'm never alone
Niggas playing in the streets, y′all better off staying at home

What I got on my hip′ll make your Set Dip like Jim Jones
I don't want your bitch, me and her not even the same skin tone
The KKK can′t Take My Baby Away, I'm not Joey Ramone
You ain′t talkin' bout no Chos? Fuck nigga, leave me alone

Carmelo got injured, 17 shot Glock, Jeremy Lin
In a couple of weeks, I′m shooting way more than 50 percent
What you need? Just hit my jack, I guarantee I'm in the wind
I'll show a nigga how to stack a 10 and do that shit again

Come on, I got a Colt 45, aimin′ between the eyes
If you niggas was really in the field, then y′all woulda been died
I ran it up for real, shit on a nigga life just to remind 'em
I gotta run it up some more, bitch, I ain′t satisfied

Boy, it's some hot shit in this 9, this bih gone get you right
Show you what we specialize in, Come off the hip shoot precise
Don′t put up no fight, second amendment rights, this bih gone take ya life
If niggas feel like they don't like me, gone and try to earn your stripes


I sleep with a broomstick on side of me, every motherfuckin′ night
These niggas Gritz, he played and he got zipped, I call him Coby White
Been runnin' up these racks so long, think I'm losin′ electrolytes
A pussy front his move, I slump him over like he work overnights

I got a Colt 45, aimin′ between the eyes
If you niggas was really in the field, then y'all woulda been died
I ran it up for real, shit on a nigga life just to remind ′em
I gotta run it up some more, bitch, I ain't satisfied