Knock Out Lyrics - B.g.

(feat. Turk and Juvenile) 

Verse One: Turk 

In the Lex we gettin blunted 

Fuckin hoes and countin money 

Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin 

Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga 

Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas 

Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin 

Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin 

Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin 

Four karat choppers out the window start to firing 

Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds 

I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down 

Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that 

While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back 

We spend cash with each other 

Toss ass with each other 

And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other 

Fuckin right 

We click tight 

Nothin come in between 

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Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green 

Chorus: Juvenile 

There once was a nigga and his name was Turk 

He always shot balled and he put in his work 

Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude 

Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes 

Verse Two: B.G. 

B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s 

In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds 

Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse 

Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe 

Ca$h Money worth figuers and it aint no joke 

We aint never been no hoe 

So run up in ya smoke 

I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat 

Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep 

On Sunday I'm out shinnin' 

On the lake on crome straight blindin' 

Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin' 

Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin' 

At our concerts in helicopters we flyin' 

Aint no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin' 

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Chorus: Juvenile 

There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.) 

He drove around town with a 223 

Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude 

So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes 

Verse Three: Hot Boys 

B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha 

Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya 

Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G. 

Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street 

B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them 

Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them 

Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura) 

We love ta shine get down and dirty in black 

B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi 

Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint ready 

Turk: We'll leave ya block shook 

Fuck ya hoe and get a hook 

Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took 

B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it 

Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin' 

Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set 

Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject 

Chorus: Juvenile 

There once was some niggas out the CMB 

Some out the mario some out that wild T.C. 

Until one day they was bustin with some dudes 

So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes 

Uh knocked em outta they shoes 

T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes 

V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes 

They knocked em outta they shoes 

Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes 

B.G. knocked em outta they shoes 

Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes 

The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes 

My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes 

My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes 

Knocked em outta they shoes 

Knocked em outta they shoes