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knokk on wood - gorilla krossing lyrics

[chorus + sharp glokk]
never payed the fine, but i always cross the line
when it’s time to slide y’all just never be on time
yo b+tch just a penny n+gga my b+tch is a dime
how you tryna rap yo bars never f+ckin’ rhyme
never payed the fine, but i always cross the line
when it’s time to slide y’all just never be on time
yo b+tch just a penny n+gga my b+tch is a dime
how you tryna rap yo bars never f+ckin’ rhyme

[verse + zs]
used to sell that crack, nowadays i’m makin’ racks
don’t you go and think i won’t k!ll if you a rat
and i claim piru we all know yo sh+t is wack
when we steppin’ off y’all just get to steppin’ back
33rd the block choppa eat you like a snack
if he got a problem then the members get you clapped
don’t talk on my dead homies ’cause that’s a f+ckin’ trap
do not ask around, i guarantee we’ll get the bat

[verse + klown blood]
i ain’t no king so i’m takin’ the f+ckin’ throne
[?] no f+ggot cracker ass get on
put you in the lost and found bin this some elementary sh+t
you know we are the ones you don’t wanna mess with
[chorus + sharp glokk]
never payed the fine, but i always cross the line
when it’s time to slide y’all just never be on time
yo b+tch just a penny n+gga my b+tch is a dime
how you tryna rap yo bars never f+ckin’ rhyme
never payed the fine, but i always cross the line
when it’s time to slide y’all just never be on time
yo b+tch just a penny n+gga my b+tch is a dime
how you tryna rap yo bars never f+ckin’ rhyme
never payed the fine, but i always cross the line
when it’s time to slide y’all just never be on time
yo b+tch just a penny n+gga my b+tch is a dime
how you tryna rap yo bars never f+ckin’ rhyme

[bridge + zs]
remember days was hard couldn’t even drive too far
police always get called had to speed off in the car
nowadays don’t bottle up express it in my bars
racks be comin’ in and i don’t gotta sell tar

[verse + smile 4 the camera]
you just got jumped up on sesame street
messin’ with the bloods that’ll put you six feet underground
in the cemetery with your family and all of those snitches that you have called your homies
pull up on the cops that k!lled the f+ckin’ homie
shoot him in the head then i’ll k!ll his f+ckin’ family
hide the body somewhere i will never tell
if you snitch then i will have to k!ll you dead as well
[outro + sharp glokk]
back then i was waitin’ in the lunch line
never show up late when it’s crunch time
pop a n+gga if he try to shut mine
but when a bag up on his head trust me i’ma get him dead and that’s on blood n+gga

- knokk on wood lyrics

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