Knock 'Em Down Music

You better run when you hear that poppin' sound

See them shells dropping down we about to knock him down

This is knock 'em down muse, knock e'm 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

BITCH!

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 mask, 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 mullet

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 lip

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 when them bullets start to hum, nigga

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