[Intro: DJ Paul, Crunchy Black & Juicy J]
Heard he stays 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
Hope this bitch's there *knock* *knock*
(Yeah, yeah, who is it?)
N***a, this is the health department
N***ay we got your tests back, you positive, ho *gunshots* *screaming*

[Chorus: Project Pat]
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 of 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 seein' 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's 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: Project Pat & DJ Paul]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off)
Bitch, 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)
Bi-bitch, 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)
Bitch, 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)
Bi-bi-bitch, I got a sawed-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, the 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' scandalous, I'm talkin' 'bout crazy
Comin' like the Nazis, kickin' in 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 you soon, so beware of this gangster 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 for 6 o'clock
Got a pocket full of knowledge, bitch, don't lost my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten, I slang trill rock, steal for that bill
Hard to kill, motherfucker, Koopsta mentally ill
Still reelin' in my business, bitch, and best not say shit
I'm yellin' quick, quick, quick, to quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick, quick, ho, I'm about to start blastin' bitches
[?] to increase to rub the teflon's in it's face-face
Diggin' in your back, boy, he got precious time to just ran into
My pit with the deadlock on that bitch and
I'm clickin', and I'm leavin n***a's guts busted all over the whole ceilin'
[Chorus: Project Pat & DJ Paul]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off)
Bitch, 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)
Bitch, I got a sawed-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 moanin', don't want no tears
Telephone cords; I took out the wall
No one can stop all the terror in here
From that 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 gettin' into drama with the coroner, cool and serious
Draggin' dead bodies in the back of my grey Chevrolet
On the way to send her mammy flowers, with a bomb in the bouqet, bitch

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
I just can't stop, I keep on loadin' my gun
I can't be seen, I still stop until the [?] come
This ain't no sitcom, your income [?]
Fulla [?]
Flag on my face so, no identity they seein'
Your enemy is me, and a six-double-double-six, mixture-being
Face to face with the forty, bitch
Wanna kill you fast, comes tryin' to scare to the trigger, ho
.44 in the middle bein' your life sayin', I'ma fuckin' let this Ruger go
It ain't no thin line, 'cause there's no love, but plenty hate
When I come at you, ho, I'ma 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, you fuckin' heart gonna stop
'Cause we gon'

[Chorus: Project Pat & DJ Paul]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off (Drop it off, drop it off)
Bi-bitch, 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)
Bitch, I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off