a girl without her soul sticking around It's a matter boy if you're begging me to leave well, it looks like love has knock you right down on your knees
yo' car, we'll strike you out, knock you outta the box Nigga it's a mad world, wit a bad girl, like the Doggy's Angels resume Don't smash, nigga we out
age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew
i'm going down and o-oh she ain't coming with me there's a time to fight and a time to get out but you'll fight till we're all knocked out and oh i keep
the self-growns[?]resiting poems carved in stone Unrole the ancient scrolls Translate the words of Allah, so you can hear them And thrive down the narrowest
late to say, I'm sorry. Turn around [x15] One night when I couldn't sleep, I heard a knock at the door, She pulled her head on me slow then she opened my heart
with cats Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball bats If time could rewind I would have rewound before Knocked down, surround and drowned before
who can't hear, she just stare Showing no facial expression She's a victim of racial oppression Her grandkids she pray Angels protect 'em A knock at
down (Knock, knock, knock) Then I heard a pound (Who is it?) (Knock, knock, knock) Knock a lil' more (What the fuck) Somebody's knock, knock, knock, knockin
to be a follower my deadly venom instantly kills em like a cobra leave it up to Magnolia to shut em down and sober popped off and tokin' em break down
swollen head Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead Angel of death was waitin by his bedside He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down
a heavy assault rifle Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!) Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden to swoop down
you, the color of the night Frozen by the potential of me (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) An Afro Angel Afro Angel off your pedestal from perchin above
got down on my knees And I prayed, until you recovered Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game Because there's money to be made, and I won't knock
names on walls in smole spots when I'm buyin' I, the fly guy with force like luke sky Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly The funkadelic been rockin
to get near my heirs Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas Hit 'em
knocked down get back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart, from the people From the top
associate with cats Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball bats If time could rewind I would have rewound before Knocked down, surround and drowned
