Walk Up 2 yo House - Three 6 Mafia

He stay 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

Nigga this is the health department

Nigga we got your tests back

You positive ho!

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

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 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 seeing 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 is 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

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

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

That 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' 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 know it’s Jane Doe

Comin' to your soon

So beware of this gangsta shit

Enough has been said

Got you scared so I’m endin' this

See I done built me a two story house up on a rock

I done slept in the park, changed my clothes six o' clock

Got a pocket full of knowledge

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'

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

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' away them bloody pools

Check for the posse they hidden up there

Popped with a pillow case uder their tools

Put a big bullet behind every ear

Don’t want no moaning, don’t want no tears

Telephone cords;

I took out the wall

No one can stop all the terror in here

From the 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 getting into drama with the coroner cooler serious

Draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey Chevrolet

On the way to send her mammy flowers with a bomb in a bouqet

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 ho

Forty four in the middle being your life sayin'

I’mma suckin' let this Ruga go

It ain’t no dead line

Cause they don’t love but plenty hate

When I come at you ho

I’mma 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

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