Geeda - Let It Knock lyrics

[Intro: Thi'sl] Mic' check one, two Can y'all hear me out there Let's go [Verse 1: Thi'sl] Let's get it popping, I'm all in I been in the kitchen whipping, where y'all been? Been sitting back from a distance, watched the world spin Now it's time for me to open up and chime in I hear ‘em talk, they say they grind I see they movement, I say they lyin' They say it's dark, I say let's shine Look at my watch, it said it's time They say I'm crazy, I lost my mind I say they right, now fall in line They tried to leave me dead out on the block But I'm here and I'm now ‘bout to turn this thang up and let it knock [Hook: Thi'sl] They hear it comin', let it knock(x5) They hear it comin' Let your windows down and turn it up until it pop Just let it knock! I don't think you really know what we came up in here to do(x4) [Verse 2: Thi'sl] Was on the edge, out my mind Every day chasin' dollar signs Hustle hustle, that's all I knew But I'm from Hustle City, that's what we do I should be in the pen like Larry Hoover For flippin' work, bangin' Rugers 13, I was a shooter But Jesus saved my life, hallelujah This for my derrties and all my dawgs That's in the pen never comin' home Watch close ‘cause the race is on Flame told me black out on ‘em go off in the zone ‘Cause I hear ‘em talk but they ain't sayin' nothin' The radio be on but they ain't playin' nothin' That's why we had to take this to the block Told ‘em crank it till it pop, go'n and crank that thang up and let it knock [Hook] [Verse 3: Derek Minor] You say you hard, I suggest you stop I'm guessin' it must be Legos if you on the block See it's all good till somebody gets shot Then we find out invincible is something you not Turn on my radio, why did I hit you with gin in the middle of danger? Then everything change when the chopper get to pop-pop-poppin' kinda like a drum major BLOW!! BULLET!! BLA-BLA-BLOW!! That ain't no sound that you hear It's the sound of a life with destruction that come to an end, that should be something you fear That's why I rep the Lord, his power turns us into soldiers The city streets will wreck your life, bulldozers I introduce you to the Christ boy if you don't know him Stay on my grind kinda like coffee, Folgers It's a shame that we die for fame and then the life we lived amount to nothin' Christ is gain down for his name, best believe that I stand for somethin' I fight to know him whether it's cool or not And if you feel the same turn the music up and let it knock [Outro: Thi'sl] Let your windows down and turn it up until it pop, just let it knock!!