キー: G minor•
Verse 1
G
Gm
G
Gm
Yeah, you stand
G
Gm
G
the third house
Gm
G
Right beside the one with the gate
(??)
and knock on his door
(??)
G
F
Nigga this is the heaven party
G
Gm
Nigga we got your tests back
Verse 2
[Chorus: x8]
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
Verse 3
Eyes red
G
Gm
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they head
Should a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take
they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause
Fruck writin' rhymes
the ones who act hard
Gm
G
Gm
The other side I'm God
Why do niggas talk shit
Never tryin' to stick together
So I just walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get
Chrome to your fuckin' face
This ain't no game nigga
My finger is on the trigger
Your time is runnin' out
G
Gm
My conscious say I gotta get 'em
Is there a way that a nigga
can escape from hell
mosberg buckshell
Bitch
[Chorus: x4]
Verse 4
Gm
G
Once I step up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches know
F#m
F#
Gm
Once I get that shit
get richer
F#
Gm
And compete against this lady
F#
Gm
This lady stayin' scandalous
I'm talkin' bout' crazy
Comin' like the Nazi
Kickin' in the doors for your shit
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits bitch
F#
Gm
I don't give a fuck about
What you sayin' the police know
They don't really know me
All them folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to your soon
Got you scared so I'm endin' this
Verse 5
house up on a rock
I done slept in the dark
Cm
Gm
And my clothes since a clock
get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill rock
Still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker
Koopsta mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch
best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick,
quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch
dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face,
face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on
bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all
over the whole ceilin'
[Chorus: x2]
Verse 6
the door
Kickin' them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are
shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in bloody war
Check for the posse they hidden
up there poped
With a pillow case under their tools
No tears, telephone cords
I took out that wall
F#
Gm
No one could stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut
doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin'
Named Lord Infamous
Nigas what I knowledge do not
Recognize the ultimate to you into trouble
F
Gm
With kona kula serious draggin' dead
bodies in back of my grey
With a bombing in a bouquet
Verse 7
on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta stopa
Till I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no sitcom
Your head com
Fool happy being
Flag on my face
Your enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya bein'
Face to face with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin'
to scare to the trigga hoe
your life sayin'
I'ma suckin' let this Ruga go
It ain't no dead line
'Cause they don't love
but plenty hate
When I come at you hoe
We ain't gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of knocks
Who it be your presence your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna stop
'Cause we gone
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