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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*

Nigga this is the heaven party

Nigga we got your tests back

You partyin` hoe



Chorus x8

Walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off



(Juicy J)

Late last night lyin` in the bed

Eyes red

Thinkin` should I get these hoes

Thinkin` should get these hoes

Thinkin` should I but 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

Fruck 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 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 an`t no game nigga

My finger is on the trigger

Your time is runnin` out

My conscious say I gotta get em`

Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell

I fuck em` up with the mosberg buckshell

Bitch



Chorus x4



(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 hoe

Once I get that shit

That plan in my head is to get richer

Sittin` back countin` motzerella 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 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 is Jane Doe

Comin` to your soon

So beware of this gangsta shit

Enough has been said

Got you scared so I`m endin` this



(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

Bitch, 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 kill motherfucker

Koopsta mentally ill

Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say shit

I`m yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick

Quick, quick , quick hold all my power

Stayin` blastin` bitch dip into a crystal rub

That tough I`ve been seen his face, face thinkin` nigga

Fest for he wishes than just vanity

In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I`m peekin` now

Them niggas bustin` all over the whole ceilin`



Chorus x2



(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 bulet 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 slut doggin` alcoholic man

Enchanted door kickin` evil nigga

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

With a bombing in a bouqet



(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 bitch ya bein`

Face to face with the forty bitch

One (??) a fast comes tryin` to scare to the trigga hoe

Forty four in the middle being your life sayin`

I`ma suckin` let this Ruga go

It ain`t no dead line

Cause they don`t love but plenty hate

When I come at you hoe

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 your

Fuckin` heart heart gonna stop

Cause we gone



Chorus x3

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*

Nigga this is the heaven party

Nigga we got your tests back

You partyin` hoe



Chorus x8

Walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off



(Juicy J)

Late last night lyin` in the bed

Eyes red

Thinkin` should I get these hoes

Thinkin` should get these hoes

Thinkin` should I but 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

Fruck 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 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 an`t no game nigga

My finger is on the trigger

Your time is runnin` out

My conscious say I gotta get em`

Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell

I fuck em` up with the mosberg buckshell

Bitch



Chorus x4



(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 hoe

Once I get that shit

That plan in my head is to get richer

Sittin` back countin` motzerella 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 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 is Jane Doe

Comin` to your soon

So beware of this gangsta shit

Enough has been said

Got you scared so I`m endin` this



(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

Bitch, 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 kill motherfucker

Koopsta mentally ill

Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say shit

I`m yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick

Quick, quick , quick hold all my power

Stayin` blastin` bitch dip into a crystal rub

That tough I`ve been seen his face, face thinkin` nigga

Fest for he wishes than just vanity

In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I`m peekin` now

Them niggas bustin` all over the whole ceilin`



Chorus x2



(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 bulet 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 slut doggin` alcoholic man

Enchanted door kickin` evil nigga

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

With a bombing in a bouqet



(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 bitch ya bein`

Face to face with the forty bitch

One (??) a fast comes tryin` to scare to the trigga hoe

Forty four in the middle being your life sayin`

I`ma suckin` let this Ruga go

It ain`t no dead line

Cause they don`t love but plenty hate

When I come at you hoe

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 your

Fuckin` heart heart gonna stop

Cause we gone



Chorus x3

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