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