[Intro]
He stay at the third house, right beside the one with the gate, from the motherfuckin' corner
I'm finna walk over there and knock on his door
(??)
*knock*
N***a this is the health department
N***a we got your tests back
You positive ho!

[Chorus]
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Late last night lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes, thinkin' should I cut they head?
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my n***a Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fuck writin' rhymes, this is real shit not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left side, the other side I'm seeing God
Why do n***as talk shit, never tryin' to stick together
Murder in the city streets make you fools feel better
So I just walk in a pace thinkin' of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckin' face
This ain't no game n***a, my finger is on the trigger
Your time is runnin' out, my conscious say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a n***a can escape from hell
I fuck em' up with the Mossberg buckshells
Bitch

[Chorus]
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Once I step up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches know
Point blank range to your skull
No love in me ho
Once I get that shit
That plan in my head is to get richer
Sittin' back countin' mozzarella cheese
That's the picture
What's up, do you wanna come
And compete against this lady
This lady stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' bout' crazy
Comin' like the Nazi
Kickin' in the doors for your shit
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits bitch
I don't give a fuck about
What you sayin' the police know
They don't really know me
All them folk know it's Jane Doe
Comin' to your soon
So beware of this gangsta shit
Enough has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin' this
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
See I done built me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the park, changed my clothes six o' clock
Got a pocket full of knowledge
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' n***a
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them n***as bustin' all over the whole ceilin'

[Chorus]
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Checkin' us out while tap on the door
Kickin' them down, make 'em all hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the room
Soakin' 'em wet in bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there
Popped with a pillow case under the tools
Put a big bullet behind every ear
Don't want no moaning, don't want no tears
Telephone cords; I took out the wall
No one can stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic
Mind enchanted door kickin' evil n***a named Lord Infamous
N***as without knowledge do not recognize the ultimate
I'm getting into drama with the coroner cooler serious
Draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey Chevrolet
On the way to send her mammy flowers with a bomb in a bouqet

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
I just can't stop
I keep 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
So no identityl they seein'
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 ho
Forty four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'mma suckin' let this Ruga go
It ain't no thin line
Cause there's no love but plenty hate
When I come at you ho
I'mma take this mask up off my face
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

[Chorus]
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off