t think I'm getting through After that I'll knock it on the head After that I'll knock it on the head After that I'll knock it on the head Gonna get
day light see we do it when we see it you can put that on my hood: YM/CMB Livin' legend livin' good Marble on the wood Spendin' how you feel nigga nothin
remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was slammin' (Aight) Now, we meet again, it's all good my nigga Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga Knock on wood
than the stones on babies wrist The fifth jump like double Dutch in the hood I'm bout to blow fuck knockin' on wood 'Cuz if I don't I'ma knock on the
sweet Read the papers, keep aware While you?re lounging in your leather chair And if things don?t look so good Shake your head and knock on wood Can
Knock on wood we all stay good 'Cause we all live in Hollywood With Dracula and Darla Hood Unspoken words were understood Up to my ass in alligators Let's get it on
with a demo tape Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate for air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin I bash it, crash it
-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling Knock on the door, I'm on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face! Fuck it then, feel like my head
drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Ha
It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood Niggas Get Sprayed Ak And It's Good Bitches Don't Get Placed Something That's Good It's Real And It Feels When
broomstick back and swung hard as I could And beat him over the head with it 'til I broke the wood Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot Made it
dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain Now, don't it
finished Just a nigga from the hood Tryin to keep it to the good Wit dem gangs run the street And they push dem Cadillac woods And dem fellas on
ideas, nobody compares you thugs I will put out the bub on top of yo' head This .22 rifle, be shootin' them bouncin' bullets The enter into your head
on my damn Starter it done got cold, money done unfold let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
you to knock us, just congratulate us We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
