LYRICS
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't-I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull
[Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed 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 who they ****in' with
Call my n***a Project Pat, 'cause I know he got my back
**** 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 seein' God
Why do n****s talk shit? N****s can't stick together
Seein' a n***a get killed, will make a n***a feel better
So, I just walk in a pace, thinkin' of the case of mother****ers who trait pistol to your ****in' face
This ain't no game, n***a, my finger's on the trigger
The time is runnin' out, my conscience sayin' I gotta get him
Is there a way, that a n***a can escape from Hell?
I ****ed him up with the Mossberg buck shells, b***h
[Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop-drop-drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
Buck shots to the brain, Triple 6 style, mane
This antibiotic's for any n***a sick about my six-double-six
An automatic wizzig splizzit, we mother****in' thick
My n****s in Fowler Homes down
S.P.V., Cleaborn Homes, Watkins & Brown, Queensmound, Trigg and Lauderdale, Lakeview G's, and them Texas Court G's
The riverside G-A-N-G-S-T-A n****s down with the Triple Six Mafia
Let's ride, smoked out, loced out with a fat .45 on the seat
'Bout to make a sucker n***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 tellin' you sucker-ass n****s for the last time
Don't run your mouth
The Triple Six Mafia n****s will blow your ass off
[Chorus: Project Pat & Lord Infamous]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop-drop-drop-drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h-b***h-b***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it-drop it off-drop it off)
B***h, I got a-b***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it-drop it off-drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
[Outro: Project Pat & Lord Infamous]
Walk up-walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
(Drop it off, drop it off)
B***h, I got a sawed off