Walk Up 2 yo House

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
Yeah, yeah, who is it?
Nigga, it's the health department
Nigga we got your tests back
You positive, ho

Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off

Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Walk up to yo' 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 of 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 seein' 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's 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 Mosberg buckshell, bitch

Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo

Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo

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' mozzerella 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 folks know 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

See I done built me a two-storey house up on a rock
I done slept in the park, changed my clothes for six o'clock
Got a pocket full of knowledge, bitch don't come 'round here 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 reelin' in my face and bitch I best not say shit

I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick, quick hold all my power
Start blastin' bitches dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've seen his fair face
Thinkin' he get back 'fore he get wishes, that not just random shit
In my pit with that deadlock on that bitch and I'm peekin'
Them niggas that leaving goods all over the whole ceilin'

Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo

Checkin' us out, watch out for the door
Kick 'em all down, make 'em all hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' their door
Leave 'em 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
Propped with a pillow case uder their tools

Put a big bullet behind every ear
Don' want no moaning, don't want no tears
Telephone cords I took out that wall
No one could stop all that terror in here
From that five foot five slut, doggin' alcoholic man

Enchanted door, kickin' evil nigga named Lord Infamous
Niggas without I knowledge do not recognize the ultimate
To get you into trouble with the Kona Kula serious
Draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey Chevrolet
On the way to send her many flowers with a bomb in the bouquet

I just can't stop, I keep on loading my gun
I can't be seein' Master Stopper 'til they pull and I come
This ain't no sitcom, your head calm, fool a happy bein'
Flag on my face so no identity they seein'
Your enemy is me and a six double-double six
Picture bein' face to face with the forty, bitch
Won't key you fast 'cause we're all tryna scare to the charge, hoe
Forty-four in the middle being your life is sayin'
We'll fuckin' let this nigga go

There ain't no deadline 'cause there's no love but plenty hate
When I come at you hoe, I'ma take this mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring no doorbell, just a couple of knocks
Who it be your presence, your fuckin' heart gonna stop
'Cause we gone

Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo
Walk up to yo' house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
(Chop it off, chop it off) bitch I'm goin' solo