Yeah you stand the third house
Right beside the one with the gate
(??)
I`m gonna walk over there and knock on his door
(??)
*knock*
Nigga this is the heaven party
Nigga we got your tests back
You partyin` hoe
Chorus x8
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
(Juicy J)
Late last night lyin` in the bed
Eyes red
Thinkin` should I get these hoes
Thinkin` should get these hoes
Thinkin` should I but they head
Should a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don`t know who they fuckin` with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin` 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 I`m God
Why do niggas talk shit
Never tryin` to stick together
Murder in the city streets
Make you fools feel better
So I just walk in a pace
Thinkin` of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckin` face
This an`t no game nigga
My finger is on the trigger
Your time is runnin` out
My conscious say I gotta get em`
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em` up with the mosberg buckshell
Bitch
Chorus x4
(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your door
I`m lettin` 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
Sittin` back countin` motzerella cheese
That`s the picture
What`s up, do you wanna come
And compete against this lady
This lady stayin` scandelous
I`m talkin` bout` crazy
Comin` like the NAZI
Kickin` in the doors for your shit
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits bitch
I don`t give a fuck about
What you sayin` the police know
They don`t really know me
All them folk is Jane Doe
Comin` to your soon
So beware of this gangsta shit
Enough has been said
Got you scared so I`m endin` 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
I`m yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayin` blastin` bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough I`ve been seen his face, face thinkin` nigga
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I`m peekin` now
Them niggas bustin` all over the whole ceilin`
Chorus x2
(Lord Infamous)
Checkin` us out while tap on the door
Kickin` them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin` their door
Leavin` all drippin` in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the room
Soakin` 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
Don` 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 doggin` alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin` evil nigga
Named Lord Infamous
Nigas what I knowledge do not
recognize the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona kula serious draggin` 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 can`t stop
I keep on loading my gun
I can`t be seein` masta stopa
Till I fill and I come
Cause I ain`t no sitcom
YOur head com
Fool happy being
Flag on my face
So no identityl they seein`
Your enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya bein`
Face to face with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin` to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle being your life sayin`
I`ma suckin` let this Ruga go
It ain`t no dead line
Cause they don`t love but plenty hate
When I come at you hoe
I`ma take this mask up off my face
We ain`t gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of knocks
who it be your presence your
Fuckin` heart heart gonna stop
Cause we gone
Chorus x3
