Walk Up 2 Yo House Lyrics - The End - Three 6 Mafia

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