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*
n***a this is the health department
n***a we got your tests back
You partyin' ho
Chorus x8
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your a** off
[Verse 1: 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 n***a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they f**in' with
Call my n***a Project Pat cause I know he got my back
f** writin' rhymes
This is real sh** 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 n***as talk sh**
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 b**h erased
Chrome to your f**in' face
This ain't no game n***a
My finger is on the trigger
Your time is runnin' out
My conscious say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a n***a can escape from hell
I f** em' up with the Mossberg buckshells
b**h
Chorus x4
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Once I step up to your door
I'm lettin' all you b**hes know
Point blank range to your skull
No love in me ho
Once I get that sh**
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' scandelous
I'm talkin' bout' crazy
Comin' like the Nazi
Kickin' in the doors for your sh**
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits b**h
I don't give a f** 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 sh**
Enough has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin' this
[Verse 3: 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
b**h, 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 k** motherf**er
Koopsta mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and b**h best not say sh**
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' b**h dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' n***a
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on b**h and I'm peekin' now
Them n***as bustin' all over the whole ceilin'
Chorus x2
[Verse 4: 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 bullet 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 s*ut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' evil n***a
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 flowers
With a bombing in a bouqet
[Verse 5: 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 b**h ya bein'
Face to face with the forty b**h
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga ho
Forty four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'mma s**in' 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
f**in' heart heart gonna stop
Cause we gone
Chorus x3
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