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Intro: Neef]
Gunnaz, you that mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella you know

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Young
how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it
P.T. 1-4-5 me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go think a
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of record
Pumpin me, they me playas know they respect it
Ladies love it, the streets ready as they it
And show you mothafuckas how to it uh bet it uh

[Young
Mothafuckas better run, just got me one
That high trash you, you better get you another gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya get mopped with it
I pop outta that's dark tinted
the way all day that's just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no
a bunch of them cold ones
Talking like I owe em
that 6-4 blow em

You hear that mothafuckin nigga