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three 6 mafia - walk up to yo house (original) lyrics

[intro: juicy j & kingpin skinny pimp]
smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull
smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull
smoked out, loced out riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull

[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 n-gg- plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
and take care my business cause they don’t who they’re f-cking with
call my n-gg- project pat cause i know he got my back
f-ck writing rhymes, this is real sh-t, not a track
camouflage in the dark for them boys who act hard
the devil on my left side, the other side i’m seeing god
why do n-gg-s talk sh-t?
n-gg-s can’t stick together
seeing a n-gg- get k!lled will make a n-gg- feel better
so i just walk in a pace thinking of the case of motherf-ckers
who trait pistol to your f-cking face
this ain’t no game n-gg-, my finger’s on the trigger
the time is running out, my conscience says i gotta get him
is there a way that a n-gg- can escape from h-ll
i f-ck him up with the mossberg buck sh-lls b-tch

[verse 2: dj paul]
mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
buckshots to the brain, triple 6 style mane
this antibiotic’s for any n-gg- sick about my six double-six
an automatic wizzig splizzit
we motherf-cking deep, my n-gg-s 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-gg-s 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 n-gg- 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 t–th, smile for the k!ll
i’m telling you sucka -ss n-gg-s for the last time
don’t run your mouth
the triple six mafia n-gg-s will blow your -ss off

[hook: project pat]
walk up to your house, knock on your door
and blow your -ss 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 -ss 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 -ss 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 -ss 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 -ss 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 -ss off
(drop it off, drop it off) b-tch i got a sawed off

- three 6 mafia lyrics

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