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b g - knock out lyrics

featuring juvenile, turk

verse one: turk

in the lex we gettin blunted
f-ckin hoes and countin money
n-gg-s bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin
n-gg-s that seventeen playin wit cake n-gg-
n-gg- disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas
leavin em foul plus me and juvenile we blastin
n-gg- 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
f-ckin right we do it once play them hoes like that
while i get my d-ck sucked he hit the b-tch from the back
we spend cash with each other
toss -ss with each other
and if a n-gg- play with us spin a bin with each other
f-ckin right
we click tight

nothin come in between

tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green

chorus: juvenile

there once was a n-gg- 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 n-gg-s hatin’ n-gg-s dyin’

chorus: juvenile

there once was a n-gg- 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 n-gg- off top we’ll hurt cha
me and the lil turksta down ta f-ckin’ twerk ya
turk: they got a lot of n-gg-s 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
f-ck ya hoe and get a hook
n-gg- 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 n-gg- i’ll blast be the first ta hit the set
c-ck back the mac and let bullets eject

chorus: juvenile

there once was some n-gg-s 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. n-gg- knocked em outta they shoes
v.l. n-gg- 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
n-gg- turk knocked em outta they shoes
the h.b.s knocked em outta they shoes
my n-gg- baby knocked em outta they shoes
my n-gg- manny knocked em outta they shoes
knocked em outta they shoes
knocked em outta they shoes

- b g lyrics

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