Walk Up To Your House

[Hook #1 x3] Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes man and aiming at your skull [Hook #2 x2] 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 [Verse 1: Juicy J] Late last night lying in the bed eyes red Thinking should I get these hoes Thinking should I cut their heads Should a nigga plan a hit or grab my pistol grip And take care my business cause they don't who they're fucking with Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back Fuck writing rhymes, this is real shit, not a track Camouflage in the dark for them boys who act hard The devil on myleft side, the other side I'm seeing god Why do niggas talk shit? Niggas can't stick together Seeing a nigga get killed will make a nigga feel better So I just walk in a pace thinking of the case of motherfuckers who trait pistol to your fucking face This ain't no game nigga, my finger's on the trigger The time is running out, my conscience says I gotta get him Is there a way that a nigga can escape from hell I fuck him up with the Mossberg buckshells bitch [Hook #2 x4] [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang Buckshot's to the brain triple six style mane List antibiotics for any nigga sick about my six double six and automatic----- Glizzy---we motherfucking------my niggas at------ ------------------------ 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 about to make a sucka 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 sucka ass niggas for the last time Don't run your mouth, the Triple Six Mafia niggas will blow your ass off [Hook #2 x6]