Was a man carried a gun
Called him 44 Speed
Never go for a ride
You’ll be history
Made his living just a killing
For cash and pills
It didn’t matter what the game was
But the blood did
Blood did spill
Oh blood did spill
Pack it now
Pack it now
And take the pictures down
Because when you play in a killers game
You’ve got to move around
No one knows
No one sees
No one’s heard your name
You’ll never drive to a safer place
You’re in the losers
Losers lane
Oh 44 Speed
44
44
44 Speed
Just a name for a killer’s reign
Making history
44
44
44 Speed
Takes you down underground
About six feet
Six feet deep
Oh 44 Speed
Was a time when he had a name
Didn’t need to run
But came across the loan boys
That gave him his gun
He needed cash and they gave him a stack
And the hit went down
You better move on boy
You’re a wanted man
A wanted man
He moved around and gunned them down
With his 44
In a jet black Jag
The shots rang out from his door
Many dead
Many dead
And many times he’s tried
To cut the killers way of life
But if he does
He does, he dies
Oh yes he dies
Anyway, I guess it’s just as well
A shortened life and a quick way to hell
Nothing mattered
Just the greed
Left a dead man
Called 44 Speed
44 Speed
44
44
44 Speed
Just a name for a killer’s reign
Making history
44
44
44 Speed
Takes you down underground
About six feet
Six feet deep
44
44
44 Speed
Just a name for a killer’s reign
Making history
44
44
44 Speed
Takes you down underground
About six feet
Six feet deep
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