Koopsta Knicca - Judgement Nite lyrics

Get that hoe for her fifteen

You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no!

Kick them bitches out my business trick
The Koop has somethin' for 'em
A mothafuckin' gunshot
A nigga knock with a warrant
I'm knowin' I gotta touch 'em
Knowin' I gotta buck 'em dead
Now bumpin' bitches heads got me
Runnin' from the fuckin' feds
Clickin' with my dreads all years
And still been on them slabs
You say, "lil' Koop ain't comin' clean"
Mane, I'll be damned, buck 'em down
You clown just gain some inches
'fore you get sprayed
Scandalous is that killa, pimpin'
Koopsta Knicca clickin' with that
Mothafuckin' twelve gauge
I made 'em face the grave, and
Laid his shit like down, my nig
I hit him real quick
Then counted up my dividends
A rebel's in me, got me sinnin', nigga
Why you grinnin'?
There's no forgiveness, tell me
Should I let you keep on livin'?
Grab me a four, kicked in them doors
Like the night before uh
Mane, hit them floors or be a
Ugly lookin' in the morgue
Body sore, broken skull, hoe
I took your life
Six hundred sixty-six Celsius of
A judgement night

You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no!

I got a knock on my door, man, who is it
Bitch? Is it my niggas from
The mothafuckin' Triple 6?
Get out my head, I'm scared, know soon
You might be dead don't make me cut you in
Dreads inside a homestead
Tonight's the night to make a
Pimp tight fright night
We cut them bodies in chunks
Done by a butcher-knife
I buck 'em dead on the double
'cause I don't need no trouble
Mane, what the fucks a muscle
To a playa body's hustle?
My Glock goes pop and pop
And make them niggas drop
Come take a ride to
My mothafuckin' Stash Spot

Aww, yeah
The Triple 6 Mafia in this motherfucka
With my nigga the Koopsta Knicca
We doin' this shit for all
The niggas who stay down
You know what I'm sayin'?
And for all the niggas who couldn't take it
The shit just get thicker for a weak nigga
Biatch

Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6 niggas

You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! You broke rule number one
Do not-, do not-, do not-
Do not steal from me
No! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Rule number two no witnesses
No-, no! Come on, man, all you gotta do is-
(gunshot)