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