D.J. Paul - Walk Up To Your House lyrics

[Hook #1 x3] Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull [Hook #2 x2] Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your a** off (Drop it off, drop it off) b**h I got a sawed off [Verse 1: Juicy J] Late last night lying in the bed eyes red Thinking should I get these hoes Thinking should I cut their heads Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip And take care my business cause they don't who they're f**ing with Call my n***a Project Pat cause I know he got my back f** writing rhymes, this is real sh**, not a track Camouflage in the dark for them boys who act hard The devil on myleft side, the other side I'm seeing god Why do n***as talk sh**? n***as can't stick together Seeing a n***a get k**ed will make a n***a feel better So I just walk in a pace thinking of the case of motherf**ers who trait pistol to your f**ing face This ain't no game n***a, my finger's on the trigger The time is running out, my conscience says I gotta get him Is there a way that a n***a can escape from hell I f** him up with the Mossberg buckshells b**h [Hook #2 x4] [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang Buckshots to the brain, Triple 6 style mane List antibiotics for any n***a sick about my six double six and automatic----- Glizzy---we motherf**ing------my n***as at------ ------------------------ The riverside G.A.N.G.S.T.A n***as down with the Triple Six Mafia Let's ride, smoked out, loced out with a fat .45 on the seat about to make a s**a n***a eat the barrel when I stick it in his mouth Give me cheese, say your abc's kind of hard to do when my pistol's in your grill, mouth full of gold teeth, smile for the k** I'm telling you s**a a** n***as for the last time Don't run your mouth, the Triple Six Mafia n***as will blow your a** off [Hook #2 x6]