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'

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'



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