Yeah you stand the third house
Right beside the one with the gate
(??)
Iand'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door
(??)
*knock*
Nigga this is the heaven party
Nigga we got your tests back
You partyinand' hoe
Chorus x8
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
(juicy j)
Late last night lyinand' in the bed
Eyes red
Thinkinand' should i get these hoes
Thinkinand' should get these hoes
Thinkinand' should i but they head
Should a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they donand't know who they fuckinand' with
Call my nigga project pat cause i know he got my back
Fruck writinand' rhymes
This is real shit not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left side
The other side iand'm god
Why do niggas talk shit
Never tryinand' to stick together
Murder in the city streets
Make you fools feel better
So i just walk in a pace
Thinkinand' of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckinand' face
This anand't no game nigga
My finger is on the trigger
Your time is runninand' out
My conscious say i gotta get emand'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck emand' up with the mosberg buckshell
Bitch
Chorus x4
(gangsta boo)
Once i step up to your door
Iand'm lettinand' all you bitches know
Point blank range to your skull
No love in me hoe
Once i get that shit
That plan in my head is to get richer
Sittinand' back countinand' motzerella cheese
Thatand's the picture
Whatand's up, do you wanna come
And compete against this lady
This lady stayinand' scandelous
Iand'm talkinand' boutand' crazy
Cominand' like the nazi
Kickinand' in the doors for your shit
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits bitch
I donand't give a fuck about
What you sayinand' the police know
They donand't really know me
All them folk is jane doe
Cominand' to your soon
So beware of this gangsta shit
Enough has been said
Got you scared so iand'm endinand' this
(koopsta knicca)
See i done built me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill rock
Still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker
Koopsta mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say shit
Iand'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayinand' blastinand' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough iand've been seen his face, face thinkinand' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and iand'm peekinand' now
Them niggas bustinand' all over the whole ceilinand'
Chorus x2
(lord infamous)
Checkinand' us out while tap on the door
Kickinand' them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttinand' their door
Leavinand' all drippinand' in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the room
Soakinand' away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there poped
With a pillow case uder their tools
Will it be a bulet behind their ear
Donand' want no moaning
No tears, telephone cords
I took out that wall
No one could stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut dogginand' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickinand' evil nigga
Named lord infamous
Nigas what i knowledge do not
Recognize the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona kula serious dragginand' dead bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to send her many
With a bombing in a bouqet
(dj paul)
I just canand't stop
I keep on loading my gun
I canand't be seeinand' masta stopa
Till i fill and i come
Cause i ainand't no sitcom
Your head com
Fool happy being
Flag on my face
So no identityl they seeinand'
Your enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya beinand'
Face to face with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryinand' to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle being your life sayinand'
Iand'ma suckinand' let this ruga go
It ainand't no dead line
Cause they donand't love but plenty hate
When i come at you hoe
Iand'ma take this mask up off my face
We ainand't gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of knocks
Who it be your presence your
Fuckinand' heart heart gonna stop
Cause we gone
Chorus x3
