Walk Up To Your House

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
 I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull
 Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
 I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull
 Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
 I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Late, last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
 Thinkin' should I get these ho's
 Thinkin' should I cut they head
 Should a nigga plan a hit, or grab my pistol grip
 And take care my business, 'cause they don't 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? Niggas can't stick together
 Seein' a nigga get killed, will make a nigga feel better
 So, I just walk in a pace, thinkin' of the case of mothafuckas
 Who trait pistol to your fuckin' face
 This ain't no game, nigga, my finger's on the trigger
 The time is runnin' out, my conscience sayin' I gotta get him
 Is there a way, that a nigga can escape from Hell?
 I fucked him up with the Mossberg buck shells, bitch
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop-drop, drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
 Buck shots to the brain, Triple 6 style, mane
 This antibiotic's for any nigga sick about my six-double-six
 An automatic w'izz'ig spl'izz'it
 We mothafuckin' thick
 My niggas in Fowler Homes down
 S.P.V., Cleaborn Homes, Watkins & Brown, Queensmound
 Trigg & Lauderdale, Lakeview G's, and them Texas Court G's
 The riverside G-A-N-G-S-T-A
 Niggas down with the Triple Six Mafia
 Let's ride, Smoked Out, Loced Out with a fat .45 on the seat
 'Bout to make a sucker nigga eat the barrel when I stick it in his mouth
 Give me cheese, say your ABC's
 Kind of hard to do, when my pistol's in your grill
 Mouth full of gold teeth, smile for the kill
 I'm telling you sucker ass niggas for the last time
 Don't run your mouth
 The Triple Six Mafia niggas will blow your ass off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop-drop, drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch-bitch-bitch, I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it-drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch, I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch, I got a sawed off
 Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
 Drop it off, drop it off
 Bitch, I got a sawed off