Judgement Nite (Original Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Playa Fly] Get that hoe for her fifteen [Hook] You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Comе on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnessеs No-, no! [Verse 1] Kick them bitches out my business, trick The Koop has somethin' for 'em A mothafuckin' *gunshot*, a nigga knock with a warrant I'm knowin' I gotta touch 'em, knowin' I gotta buck 'em dead Now bumpin' bitches heads got me runnin' from the fuckin' feds Clickin' with my dreads all years, and still been on them slabs You say, "lil' Koop ain't comin' clean" Mane, I'll be damned, buck 'em down You clown just gain some inches, 'fore you get sprayed Scandalous is that killa, pimpin' Koopsta Knicca clickin' with that mothafuckin' twelve gauge I made 'em face the grave, and laid his shit like down, my nig I hit him real quick, then counted up my dividends A rebel's in me, got me sinnin', nigga, why you grinnin'? There's no forgiveness, tell me, should I let you keep on livin'? Grab me a four, kicked in them doors, like the night before-uh Mane, hit them floors or be a ugly lookin' in the morgue Body sore, broken skull, hoe, I took your life Six hundred sixty-six Celsius of a judgement night [Hook] You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! [Verse 2] I got a knock on my door, man, who is it, bitch? Is it my niggas from the mothafuckin' 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 Mane, what the fucks a muscle to a playa body's hustle? My Glock goes pop and pop, and make them niggas drop Come take a ride to my mothafuckin' Stash Spot [Interlude: DJ Paul] Aww, yeah, the Triple 6 Mafia in this mothafucka With my nigga the Koopsta Knicca We doin' this shit for all the niggas who stayed down You know what I'm sayin'? And for all the niggas who couldn't take it The shit just get thicker for a weak nigga, biatch [Outro: Koopsta Knicca] Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6 niggas [Hook] You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! You broke rule number one; Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*) Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses No-, no! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)