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Viewing Lyrics for Walk Up 2 Yo House:

Artist:Three 6 Mafia
No album artwork found
Album:The End
Track:Walk Up 2 Yo House
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:7
 
Lyrics: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
 
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