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koopsta knicca - judgement nite (original version) lyrics

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[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! comе on, man, all you gotta do is+ (+gunshot+)
ru+ru+ru+ru+rule number two; no witnessеs
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
cl!ckin’ with my dreads all years, and still been on them slabs
you say, “lil’ koop ain’t comin’ clean”
mane, i’ll be d+mned, buck ’em down
you clown just gain some inches, ‘fore you get sprayed
scandalous is that k!lla, pimpin’
koopsta knicca cl!ckin’ 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, census 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 mothaf+cka
with my n+gga the koopsta knicca
we doin’ this sh+t for all the n+ggas who stayed 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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