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 'cause 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