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

[Verse 1: Neef]
Said a nice day out
And I'm tryna what to drizzive
Could do the or the new six forty fizzives
Said is seen high
I rather go beam
Need the 2-5th's for I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more cleaner and the be knockin
The girls be
So niggaz be plottin
It happens
They can't stand a Youngin
Until you off em, they peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
I can take a step
These is yellin back
I get the roll em, drop my hand and foldin
Bank stop , trunk full of cash, holdin
so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen
Black berry Nextel, phone, Motorollin
Why you think the chickens be
We got 'em

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

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

[Verse 3: Young
Love how I do it whenever I do I'm
Keep a I'm suggestin he keep it steppin
P.T. 1-4-5 give me necklace
As I expected, you go think a second
Get In You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know respect it
Ladies love it, the ready as they except it
And show you how to flex it uh bet it uh

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

You hear that knock nigga