Knock Out - B.G.

featuring Juvenile, Turk 

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 

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'