Walk Up To Your House - Triple Six Mafia

Smoked out locked out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes man and aiming at your skull

Smoked out locked out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes man and aiming at your skull

Smoked out locked out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes man and aiming at your skull

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Late last night lying in the bed eyes red

Thinking should I get these hoes

Thinking should I cut their heads

Should a ni**a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip

And take care my business cause they don't who they're f**king with

Call my ni**a project pat cause I know he got my back f**k 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 niggas talk sh*t niggas can't stick together

Seeing a ni**a get killed will make a ni**a feel better

So I just walk in a pace thinking of the case of motherf**kers

Who trait pistol to your f**king face

This ain't no game ni**a my finger's on the trigger

The time is running out my conscience says I gotta get him

Is there a way that a ni**a can escape from hell

I f**k him up with the moss berg buck shells b**ch

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Moss berg is all he heard after the doorbell rang

Buckshot's to the brain triple six style mane

List antibiotics for any ni**a sick about my six double six and automatic

Glizzy we motherf**king my niggas at

The riverside g a n g s t a

Niggas down with the triple six mafia

Let's ride smoked out laced out with a fat

45 on the seat about to make a suck a ni**a 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 suck a a** niggas for the last time

Don't run your mouth

The triple six mafia niggas will blow your a** off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house knock on your door and blow your a** off

Drop it off drop it off b**ch I got a sawed off