D.J. Paul - Judgement Nite lyrics

[Hook] You broke rule number one Do not, do not, do not, do not, steal, from me [Verse 1] Kick them b**hes out my business trick The Koop has something for 'em A mothaf**in' *bang* a n***a knock with a warrant I'm knowing I gotta touch 'em Knowing I gotta buck 'em dead Now bumpin' b**hes heads Got me running from the f**ing Feds Kick it with my dreads, all years and still been on them slabs You say lil' Koop ain't coming clean Mane, I'll be damned, buck 'em down You clown just gain some inches 'fore you get sprayed, scandelous is that k**a pimping Koopsta Knicca Kick it with the mothaf**in' twelve Gauge I made 'em face the grave and laid his sh** right down my nig I hit him real quick, then counted up my dividends A rebel's in me, got me sinning, n***a why you grinning? There's no forgive-me's, tell me, should I let you keep on living? Grab me a four, kicked in them doors like the night before Man hit them floors or be a ugly looking in the morgue Body sore, broken skull, ho I took your life Six hundred 666, census of a judgement night [Hook] [Verse 2] I got a knock on my door, man, who is it, b**h? Is it my n***as from the mothaf**in' Triple 6? Get out my head, I'm scared, know soon, you might be dead Don't make me cut you in dreads inside a homestead Tonight's the night to make a pimp-tight fright-night We cut them bodies in chunks done by a butcher-knife I buck 'em dead on the double cause I don't need no trouble Man what the f**s a muscle to a playa body's hustle? My Glock goes pop and pop and make them n***as drop Come take a ride to my mothaf**in' Stash Pot [Interlude: DJ Paul] Aww, yeah the Triple 6 Mafia in this mothaf**a. With my n***a the Koopsta Knicca. We doing this sh** for all the n***as who stay down, you know I'm saying? And for all the n***as who couldn't take it, the sh** just get thicker for a weak n***a, b*atch! (Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6 n***as) [Hook]