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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera T > Versuri Three 6 Mafia > The End - Walk Up 2 Yo HouseYeah  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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