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Intro: Neef]
Gunnaz, you hear that mothafuckin knock
G.I.F.I.
records you know

[Verse 1: Young
Said it's a day out
And I'm tryna what to drizzive
do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives
Said is they high
I go beam mine
the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more cleaner and the be knockin
The be watchin
So these niggaz be
It happens
can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have peoples viewin the coffin
I up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, I'm lacin my S Dots up
I can take a step
These niggaz is yellin
I get the em, drop my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , trunk of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something
berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

[Chorus 2x: Young
You hear that knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s ready to pop (uhn)
Either Roc or State Prop (uhn)
on whites or S Dot's nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Chris]
up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here
The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks
another day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her
A bunch of shit on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more just weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we em
Ya on my niggaz is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is to these bitches
I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my
day out, comin through, clearin the way out
Two new marita's hollerin as they skate out
Fit the collar big shit just lettin out
Guaranteed to lay a nigga out
Try it

[Verse 3: Chris]
how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a I'm suggestin he keep it steppin
P.T. give me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that
Pumpin me, they me playas know they respect it
love it, the streets ready as they except it
And show you how to flex it uh bet it uh

Neef]
Mothafuckas run, just got me another one
That high point'll trash you, you get you another gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya ass'll get with it
I pop outta that's dark tinted
Round the way all day just how I'm rollin
no victims, no modems
Just a of them cold ones
Talking like I owe em
Till that 6-4 em

You hear that knock nigga