Young Guns - Same sh**, Different Day lyrics

[Intro: Young Neef] Gunnaz, you hear that mothaf**in knock n***a G.I.F.I Rocafella records you know [Verse 1: Young Neef] Said it's a nice day out And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives Said is they seen high I rather go beam mine Need the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine Plus it's more cleaner and the system be knockin The girls be watchin So these n***as be plottin It happens often They can't stand a Youngin flossin Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my tops up Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S Dots up 'Fore I can take a step These n***as is yellin back I get the roll em, drop my hand and they foldin Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin Why you think the chickens be rollin We got 'em goin [Chorus 2x: Young Neef] You hear that mothaf**in knock n***a (uhn) J.L.'s ready to pop n***a (uhn) Either Roc or State Prop n***a (uhn) White on whites or S Dot's n***a (uhn) [Verse 2: Young Chris] Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed Gang steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of sh** here The n***a Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there Just another day in the gutter, go see my brother Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin f** her A bunch of other sh** on my mind, deep in my grind Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the lines Get 'em and use em So we confuse 'em how we do's em Ya homies on my n***as is tryna make it a two-some Hit 'em and lose em, n***as is married to these b**hes I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches Nice day out, comin through, clearin the way out Two new marita's hollerin soon as they skate out Fit the collar big sh** just lettin eight out Guaranteed to lay a n***a straight out Try it n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Chris] Love how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it steppin P.T. 1-4-5 give me your necklace As I expected, you necked go think a second Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that record Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it Ladies love it, the streets ready as they except it And show you mothaf**as how to flex it uh bet it uh [Young Neef] Mothaf**as better run, just got me another one That high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun Fresh out the box with it Pop fly ya a**'ll get mopped with it I pop outta something that's dark tinted Round the way all day that's just how I'm rollin Need no victims, no modems Just a bunch of them cold ones Talking sh** like I owe em Till that 6-4 blow em BOOOOOW You hear that mothaf**in knock n***a