Turf Talk - Knock 'Em Down Music lyrics

[Hook: Ya Boy & Cousin Fik] 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 b*tch! [Verse 1: E-40] 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 a** down n***a wanna play tough guy, n***a get f**ed up So called street guy get his a** 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 k** Roy up in the pin some might call it hooch [Hook:] [Verse 2: Turf Talk] 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 n***a 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 sh** is sloppy Pull up ask for weed hop out then pop (BOOM) He was a hard n***a, untouchable But them young n***as 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 [Hook:] [Verse 3: Cousin Fik] 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 sh** still ain't got though to me This is for funeral this right here's the eulogy Round here sh** this how it happen usually That's why my n***a 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 f** a tip cause they got them extra clips Talking all that sh** like you got an extra lip We on that murder potion here take an extra sip Banana peel a** n***a 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, n***a [Hook:]