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Walk Up 2 Yo House Lyrics - Artist : Three 6 Mafia
He stay at the third house, right beside the one with the gate, from the motherfuckin' corner
I'm finna walk over there and knock on his door [?] Nigga this is the health department Nigga we got your tests back You positive ho! Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off 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 I cut 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 Fuck 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 seeing 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 ain'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 escape from hell I fuck em' up with the Mossberg buckshells Bitch Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off [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 ho Once I get that shit That plan in my head is to get richer Sittin' back countin' mozzarella cheese That's the picture What's up, do you wanna come And compete against this lady This lady stayin' scandalous 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 know it's 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 park, changed my clothes six o' clock Got a pocket full of knowledge 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' Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off [Lord Infamous:] Checkin' us out while tap on the door Kickin' them down, make 'em all 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 Popped with a pillow case under their tools Put a big bullet behind every ear Don't want no moaning, don't want no tears Telephone cords; I took out the wall No one can stop all the terror in here From the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic Mind enchanted door kickin' evil nigga named Lord Infamous Niggas without knowledge do not recognize the ultimate I'm getting into drama with the coroner cooler serious Draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey Chevrolet On the way to send her mammy flowers with a bomb in a bouquet [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 ho Forty four in the middle being your life sayin' I'mma suckin' let this Ruga go It ain't no dead line Cause they don't love but plenty hate When I come at you ho I'mma 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 Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off |
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