Lirik Lagu Walk Up 2 Yo House - Three 6 Mafia
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Yeah you stand the third houseRight beside the one with the gate
I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door
*knock*Nigga this is the heaven partyNigga we got your tests backYou partyin' hoe
Chorus x8Walk up to your houseKnock on your doorAnd blow your ass off
(Juicy J)Late last night lyin' in the bedEyes redThinkin' should I get these hoesThinkin' should get these hoesThinkin' should I but they headShould a nigga plan a hitOr grab my pistol grip and take care my businessCause they don't know who they fuckin' withCall my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my backFruck writin' rhymesThis is real shit not a trackCamouflage in the dark for the ones who act hardThe devil on my left sideThe other side I'm GodWhy do niggas talk shitNever tryin' to stick togetherMurder in the city streetsMake you fools feel betterSo I just walk in a paceThinkin' of a case to get a bitch erasedChrome to your fuckin' faceThis an't no game niggaMy finger is on the triggerYour time is runnin' outMy conscious say I gotta get em'Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hellI fuck em' up with the mosberg buckshellBitch
Chorus x4
(Gangsta Boo)Once I step up to your doorI'm lettin' all you bitches knowPoint blank range to your skullNo love in me hoeOnce I get that shitThat plan in my head is to get richerSittin' back countin' motzerella cheeseThat's the pictureWhat's up, do you wanna comeAnd compete against this ladyThis lady stayin' scandelousI'm talkin' bout' crazyComin' like the NAZIKickin' in the doors for your shitNever ever hesitateStay about my profits bitchI don't give a fuck aboutWhat you sayin' the police knowThey don't really know meAll them folk is Jane DoeComin' to your soonSo beware of this gangsta shitEnough has been saidGot you scared so I'm endin' this
(Koopsta Knicca)See I done built me a two story house up on a rockI done slept in the darkAnd my clothes since a clock get my pocket full nalvyBitch, count my head and senseI got that whole wide world in my handSpin that ten as a trill rockStill for that billHard to kill motherfuckerKoopsta mentally illStill (??) in my face and bitch best not say shitI'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quickQuick, quick , quick hold all my powerStayin' blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rubThat tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' niggaFest for he wishes than just vanityIn my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' nowThem niggas bustin' all over the whole ceilin'
Chorus x2
(Lord Infamous)Checkin' us out while tap on the doorKickin' them down hit the floorInnocent victims are shuttin' their doorLeavin' all drippin' in bloody warRun in the hallways look in the roomSoakin' away them bloody poolsCheck for the posse they hidden up there popedWith a pillow case uder their toolsWill it be a bulet behind their earDon' want no moaningNo tears, telephone cordsI took out that wallNo one could stop all the terror in hereFrom the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic manEnchanted door kickin' evil niggaNamed Lord InfamousNigas what I knowledge do notrecognize the ultimate to you into troubleWith kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my greyChevrolet on the way to send her manyWith a bombing in a bouqet
(DJ Paul)I just can't stopI keep on loading my gunI can't be seein' masta stopaTill I fill and I comeCause I ain't no sitcomYOur head comFool happy beingFlag on my faceSo no identityl they seein'Your enemies me and aSix double double six bitch ya bein'Face to face with the forty bitchOne (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga hoeForty four in the middle being your life sayin'I'ma suckin' let this Ruga goIt ain't no dead lineCause they don't love but plenty hateWhen I come at you hoeI'ma take this mask up off my faceWe ain't gonna ring the door bellJust a couple of knockswho it be your presence yourFuckin' heart heart gonna stopCause we gone
Chorus x3
I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door
*knock*Nigga this is the heaven partyNigga we got your tests backYou partyin' hoe
Chorus x8Walk up to your houseKnock on your doorAnd blow your ass off
(Juicy J)Late last night lyin' in the bedEyes redThinkin' should I get these hoesThinkin' should get these hoesThinkin' should I but they headShould a nigga plan a hitOr grab my pistol grip and take care my businessCause they don't know who they fuckin' withCall my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my backFruck writin' rhymesThis is real shit not a trackCamouflage in the dark for the ones who act hardThe devil on my left sideThe other side I'm GodWhy do niggas talk shitNever tryin' to stick togetherMurder in the city streetsMake you fools feel betterSo I just walk in a paceThinkin' of a case to get a bitch erasedChrome to your fuckin' faceThis an't no game niggaMy finger is on the triggerYour time is runnin' outMy conscious say I gotta get em'Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hellI fuck em' up with the mosberg buckshellBitch
Chorus x4
(Gangsta Boo)Once I step up to your doorI'm lettin' all you bitches knowPoint blank range to your skullNo love in me hoeOnce I get that shitThat plan in my head is to get richerSittin' back countin' motzerella cheeseThat's the pictureWhat's up, do you wanna comeAnd compete against this ladyThis lady stayin' scandelousI'm talkin' bout' crazyComin' like the NAZIKickin' in the doors for your shitNever ever hesitateStay about my profits bitchI don't give a fuck aboutWhat you sayin' the police knowThey don't really know meAll them folk is Jane DoeComin' to your soonSo beware of this gangsta shitEnough has been saidGot you scared so I'm endin' this
(Koopsta Knicca)See I done built me a two story house up on a rockI done slept in the darkAnd my clothes since a clock get my pocket full nalvyBitch, count my head and senseI got that whole wide world in my handSpin that ten as a trill rockStill for that billHard to kill motherfuckerKoopsta mentally illStill (??) in my face and bitch best not say shitI'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quickQuick, quick , quick hold all my powerStayin' blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rubThat tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' niggaFest for he wishes than just vanityIn my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' nowThem niggas bustin' all over the whole ceilin'
Chorus x2
(Lord Infamous)Checkin' us out while tap on the doorKickin' them down hit the floorInnocent victims are shuttin' their doorLeavin' all drippin' in bloody warRun in the hallways look in the roomSoakin' away them bloody poolsCheck for the posse they hidden up there popedWith a pillow case uder their toolsWill it be a bulet behind their earDon' want no moaningNo tears, telephone cordsI took out that wallNo one could stop all the terror in hereFrom the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic manEnchanted door kickin' evil niggaNamed Lord InfamousNigas what I knowledge do notrecognize the ultimate to you into troubleWith kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my greyChevrolet on the way to send her manyWith a bombing in a bouqet
(DJ Paul)I just can't stopI keep on loading my gunI can't be seein' masta stopaTill I fill and I comeCause I ain't no sitcomYOur head comFool happy beingFlag on my faceSo no identityl they seein'Your enemies me and aSix double double six bitch ya bein'Face to face with the forty bitchOne (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga hoeForty four in the middle being your life sayin'I'ma suckin' let this Ruga goIt ain't no dead lineCause they don't love but plenty hateWhen I come at you hoeI'ma take this mask up off my faceWe ain't gonna ring the door bellJust a couple of knockswho it be your presence yourFuckin' heart heart gonna stopCause we gone
Chorus x3
