Walk Up 2 Yo House

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul, Crunchy Black & Juicy J] Heard he stays 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 Hope this bitch's there *knock* *knock* (Yeah, yeah, who is it?) Nigga, this is the health department Niggay we got your tests back, you positive, ho *gunshots* *screaming* [Chorus: Project Pat] 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 [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 nigga plan a hit? Or grab my pistol grip? And take care of 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 seein' 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's 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 [Chorus: Project Pat & DJ Paul] Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bi-bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bi-bi-bitch, I got a sawed-off [Verse 2: 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, the 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 Nazis, kickin' in 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 you soon, so beware of this gangster shit 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 park, changed my clothes for 6 o'clock Got a pocket full of knowledge, bitch, don't lost my head and sense I got that whole wide world in my hand Spin that ten, I slang trill rock, steal for that bill Hard to kill, motherfucker, Koopsta mentally ill Still reelin' in my business, bitch, and best not say shit I'm yellin' quick, quick, quick, to quick, quick, quick Quick, quick, quick, ho, I'm about to start blastin' bitches [?] to increase to rub the teflon's in it's face-face Diggin' in your back, boy, he got precious time to just ran into My pit with the deadlock on that bitch and I'm clickin', and I'm leavin nigga's guts busted all over the whole ceilin' [Chorus: Project Pat & DJ Paul] Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bitch, I got a sawed-off [Verse 4: 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' 'em wet in bloody pools Check for the Posse, they hidden up there Popped with a pillow case under the tools Put a big bullet behind every ear Don't want no moanin', don't want no tears Telephone cords; I took out the wall No one can stop all the terror in here From that 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 gettin' into drama with the coroner, cool and serious Draggin' dead bodies in the back of my grey Chevrolet On the way to send her mammy flowers, with a bomb in the bouqet, bitch [Verse 5: DJ Paul] I just can't stop, I keep on loadin' my gun I can't be seen, I still stop until the [?] come This ain't no sitcom, your income [?] Fulla [?] Flag on my face so, no identity they seein' Your enemy is me, and a six-double-double-six, mixture-being Face to face with the forty, bitch Wanna kill you fast, comes tryin' to scare to the trigger, ho .44 in the middle bein' your life sayin', I'ma fuckin' let this Ruger go It ain't no thin line, 'cause there's no love, but plenty hate When I come at you, ho, I'ma 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, you fuckin' heart gonna stop 'Cause we gon' [Chorus: Project Pat & DJ Paul] Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bi-bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off) Bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off