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"You better run when you hear that poppin' sound See them sells dropping down we about to knock him down This is knock em down muse, knock em knock em down music This is knock em down muse, knock em knock em down music I know some boys that'll come from outta town That will hit'chu for a pound catch you slippin' outta bounds This is knock em down muse, knock em knock em down music This is knock em down muse, knock em knock em down music BEITCH! UGH! He a paddle gruff, he a misfit, he don't really get out, he a clown He a cornball, he a weirdo, he a nickelbag I'm a pound But little do they know that the square looking dude that a smile instead a frown A knock yo ass down Nigga wanna play tough guy, nigga get fucked up So called street guy get his ass touched up One of my dudes just got a call he back in that thang again Called us raw and his best friend again Everyday lifestyles confused it, giving fools the blues in In and out of the shootout, force gangs no croon out New shine cook and wine never been a pooch Kill Roy up in the pin some might call it hooch He was a friend of mine then he changed up He used to be a crip now he flamed up They say I'm loco, crazy a lunatic Serve these monkeys with the whole banana clip No ski max, let em see my face No recess but it wud that pistol play How could I bust the nigga pumpkin if he's on the internet telling everyone we funking? Dry snitching Momma they shooting put the mattress to the window Nobody hit but I can't say this ain't for him though In the drive-by shit is sloppy Pull up ask for weed hop out then pop (BOOM) He was a hard nigga, untouchable But them young niggas turned him to a vegetable I just paid a fee, it's a plot of rims Lock me in another state when they knock you down He was a thug to the fullest But he still caught a bullet Chrome on him but he ain't had no time to pull it Caught him at the barber shop and turned his fro into a muzzard That crazy shit still ain't got though to me This is for funeral this right here's the eulogy Round here shit this how it happen usually That's why my nigga stay strapped up just like yo crew should be And you should be nervous, cause I got gators Holla about who need service, boy I got waiters And then like fuck a tip cause they got them extra clips Talking all that shit like you got an extra limp We on that murder potion here take an extra sip Banana peel ass nigga you could be next to slip So don't act dumb 22 will hit'cha lung Bounce around come out'cha tongue waiting for it start to hum, nigga "