Lupe Fiasco - Knockin' at the Door lyrics

They wanna start again, no arguing
Guns in the car for them
Hit 'em while they feet on they ottomans
Off-guard, uh huh
Blow 'em out they cardigans
They case hardening
They at the table bargaining
No time for stuck safeties or shaky targeting
Hit the face, hit the safe and the carpet and
Get the weight, get the cake
Get the tape that we starred in
Escape, hit the interstate partying
They guardians is soft frames as jellyfish
Give 'em shirts they can
Strain spaghetti with
Extra button holes for touching those
They rarely kick
My readiness only matched by my pettiness
Get the change, where the couch at
Pick pocket fleas, please
Get the cheese off they mousetraps
Remember, they holdin' just like us
Burners under the furniture
4-4's in floorboards

Murderers, burglars, they game just as hood
And they aim just as good, a little better
Little Berettas with suppressors
And all the etceteras for whatever
We can pole climb, cut phone lines
The whole nine but we gotta stay together
That's the key to this
Even if it's no longer secretive
They gon' start panicking when they see
That you backstage without the laminate
Don't ease up, niggas tend to freeze up
Become mannequins
"What about you?" Don't worry 'bout me
I'm averaging fifty shots a
Game when it's crackling

Turn the lights off on they ambulance
Just, give me room to operate
They be in operating rooms
With wounds to contemplate
Don't speak, no room to commentate
Make sure ya sneakers tied
No shoes to confiscate
Get aways, take cables out they Sables
Slash the tires on they Chryslers
No survivors
Niggas can't make it with MacGyver
Either you get them or they get you
No amount of karate class can keep
You out of body bags
So save ya boxing and Ninjit'su
Don't be cheap, bullets is ten cents apiece
Give 'em each a saw buck
The instant they reach
Moving on, make sure you know who's who
Who's you, who's not, and who to shoot upon
Friendly fire and hitting
Innocent standbyers'll
Get your enemy wired and it's bad enough
So don't go gassing 'em up
Leave that for the shells
The 12's from the pumps
If done correct, the condo's on me
Gotta go, rock-n-roll, lock and load on three