[Intro: Young Neef]
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Gunnaz, you hear that mothafuckin knock nigga
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G.I.F.I.
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Rocafella records you know
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[Verse 1: Young Neef]
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Said it's a nice day out
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And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive
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Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives
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Said is they seen high
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I rather go beam mine
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Need the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
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Plus it's more cleaner and the system be knockin
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The girls be watchin
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So these niggaz be plottin
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It happens often
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They can't stand a Youngin flossin
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Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin
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I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
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Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S Dots up
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'Fore I can take a step
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These niggaz is yellin back
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I get the roll em, drop my hand and they foldin
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Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin
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Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen
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Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
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Why you think the chickens be rollin
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We got 'em goin
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[Chorus 2x: Young Neef]
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You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn)
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J.L.'s ready to pop nigga (uhn)
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Either Roc or State Prop nigga (uhn)
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White on whites or S Dot's nigga (uhn)
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[Verse 2: Young Chris]
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Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed
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Gang steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
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Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here
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The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there
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Just another day in the gutter, go see my brother
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Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her
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A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind
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Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the lines
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Get 'em and use em
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So we confuse 'em how we do's em
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Ya homies on my niggaz is tryna make it a two-some
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Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is married to these bitches
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I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches
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Nice day out, comin through, clearin the way out
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Two new marita's hollerin soon as they skate out
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Fit the collar big shit just lettin eight out
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Guaranteed to lay a nigga straight out
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Try it nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Young Chris]
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Love how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
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Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it steppin
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P.T. 1-4-5 give me your necklace
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As I expected, you necked go think a second
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Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that record
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Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it
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Ladies love it, the streets ready as they except it
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And show you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh
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[Young Neef]
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Mothafuckas better run, just got me another one
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That high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun
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Fresh out the box with it
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Pop fly ya ass'll get mopped with it
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I pop outta something that's dark tinted
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Round the way all day that's just how I'm rollin
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Need no victims, no modems
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Just a bunch of them cold ones
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Talking shit like I owe em
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Till that 6-4 blow em
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BOOOOOW
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You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga
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Same Shit, Different Day
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Young Gunz |