Walk Up to Your House

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't-I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull [Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous] 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 1: Juicy J] Late, last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinkin' should I get these ho's Thinkin' should I cut they head Should a nigga plan a hit, or grab my pistol grip And take care 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? Niggas can't stick together Seein' a nigga get killed, will make a nigga feel better So, I just walk in a pace, thinkin' of the case of motherfuckers Who trait pistol to your fuckin' face This ain't no game, nigga, my finger's on the trigger The time is runnin' out, my conscience sayin' I gotta get him Is there a way, that a nigga can escape from Hell? I fucked him up with the Mossberg buck shells, bitch [Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous] 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 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-drop-drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed-off [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang Buck shots to the brain, Triple 6 style, mane This antibiotic's for any nigga sick about my six-double-six An automatic wizzig splizzit We mothafuckin' thick My niggas in Fowler Homes down S.P.V., Cleaborn Homes, Watkins & Brown, Queensmound Trigg & Lauderdale, Lakeview G's, and them Texas Court G's The riverside G-A-N-G-S-T-A Niggas down with the Triple Six Mafia Let's ride, Smoked Out, Loced Out with a fat .45 on the seat 'Bout to make a sucker nigga 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 kill I'm telling you sucker ass niggas for the last time Don't run your mouth, The Triple Six Mafia niggas will blow your ass off [Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous] Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off Drop-drop-drop-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-bitch-bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off Drop it-drop it off-drop it off Bitch, I got a-bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door And blow your ass off Drop it-drop it off-drop it off Bitch, I got a sawed-off [Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous] Walk up-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