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Intro: Young
Gunnaz, you hear mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella records you

[Verse 1: Young
Said it's a day out
And I'm tryna pick what to
do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives
Said is seen high
I rather go beam
Need the 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
They can't stand a Youngin
Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the
I up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
'Fore I can a step
These niggaz is yellin
I get the roll em, drop my hand and foldin
Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young
so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen
Black 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)
Roc or State Prop nigga (uhn)
White on whites or S nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Young
up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of here
The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make my kicks there
another day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her
A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my
Its more just weed on my mind, read 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 married to these
I know how we do em, why I'm married to my riches
day out, comin through, clearin the way out
Two new marita's hollerin soon as skate out
Fit the collar big shit just 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 weapon I'm suggestin he it steppin
P.T. give me your 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 streets ready as except it
And show you mothafuckas how to it uh bet it uh

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

You that mothafuckin knock nigga