Walk Up to Your House lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Intro: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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

[Hook: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I got a sawed off

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Late, last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these ho's
Thinkin' should I cut they head
Should a n*gga plan a hit, or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business, 'cause they don't who they f*ckin' with
Call my n*gga Project Pat, 'cause I know he got my back
f*ck writin' rhymes, this is real sh*t, 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 n*ggas talk sh*t? n*ggas can't stick together
Seein' a n*gga get killed, will make a n*gga feel better
So, I just walk in a pace, thinkin' of the case of mothaf*ckas
Who trait pistol to your f*ckin' face
This ain't no game, n*gga, my finger's on the trigger
The time is runnin' out, my conscience sayin' I gotta get him
Is there a way, that a n*gga can escape from Hell?
I f*cked him up with the Mossberg buck shells, b*tch
[Hook: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I got a sawed off

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
Buck shots to the brain, Triple 6 style, mane
This antibiotic’s for any n*gga sick about my six-double-six
An automatic w'izz'ig spl'izz'it
We mothaf*ckin' thick
My n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas for the last time
Don't run your mouth
The Triple Six Mafia n*ggas will blow your ass off
[Hook: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop-drop-drop-drop it off, drop it off
b*tch, 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
b*tch-b*tch-b*tch, 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
b*tch, I got a-b*tch, 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
b*tch, I got a sawed off

[Outro: Project Pat, Lord Infamous]
Walk up-walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I got a sawed off
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