Judgement Nite lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Playa Fly]
Get that hoe for her fifteen

[Hook]
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!

[Verse 1]
Kick them b*tches out my business trick
The Koop has somethin' for 'em
A mothaf*ckin' *gunshot*, a n*gga knock with a warrant
I'm knowin' I gotta touch 'em, knowin' I gotta buck 'em dead
Now bumpin' b*tches heads got me runnin' from the f*ckin' feds
Clickin' with my dreads all years, and still been on them slabs
You say, "lil' Koop ain't comin' clean"
Mane, I'll be damned, buck 'em down
You clown just gain some inches, 'fore you get sprayed
Scandalous is that killa, pimpin'
Koopsta Knicca clickin' with that mothaf*ckin' twelve gauge
I made 'em face the grave, and laid his sh*t like down, my nig
I hit him real quick, then counted up my dividends
A rebel's in me, got me sinnin', n*gga, why you grinnin'?
There's no forgiveness, tell me, should I let you keep on livin'?
Grab me a four, kicked in them doors, like the night before-uh
Mane, hit them floors or be a ugly lookin' in the morgue
Body sore, broken skull, hoe, I took your life
Six hundred sixty-six Celsius of a judgement night
[Hook]
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!

[Verse 2]
I got a knock on my door, man, who is it, b*tch?
Is it my n*ggas from the mothaf*ckin' Triple 6?
Get out my head, I'm scared, know soon, you might be dead
Don't make me cut you in dreads inside a homestead
Tonight's the night to make a pimp tight fright night
We cut them bodies in chunks, done by a butcher-knife
I buck 'em dead on the double, 'cause I don't need no trouble
Mane, what the f*cks a muscle to a playa body's hustle?
My Glock goes pop and pop, and make them n*ggas drop
Come take a ride to my mothaf*ckin' Stash Spot

[Interlude: DJ Paul]
Aww, yeah, the Triple 6 Mafia in this motherf*cka
With my n*gga the Koopsta Knicca
We doin' this sh*t for all the n*ggas who stay down
You know what I'm sayin'?
And for all the n*ggas who couldn't take it
The sh*t just get thicker for a weak n*gga, biatch
[Outro: Koopsta Knicca]
Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6 n*ggas

[Hook]
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no!
You broke rule number one;
Do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two; no witnesses
No-, no! Come on, man, all you gotta do is- (*gunshot*)
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