Judgement Nite

(Hook, Guy talking, repeated numerous times) You broke rule number one Do not, do not, do not Do not, steal, from me (Verse 1, Koopsta Knicca) Kick them bitches out my business trick The Koop is somethin' for 'em A motherfuckin', a nigga 'noid I'm knowin' I gotta touch 'em Knowin' I gotta buck 'em dead Now buckin' bitches heads Got me runnin' from the fuckin' Feds Kick it wit' my dreads, all years And still been on them slabs Ya say lil' Koop ain't comin' Climb mine, I'll be damned Ya clown, just gain some inches 'Fore you get sprayed Scandelous since that kinder-creepin' Koopsta Knicca kick it wit' the motherfuckin twelve-gauge I made 'em face the grave And laid his shit right 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 forgive-me's Tell me, should I let you keep on livin'? Grab me a four, kicked in them doors Like the night before Or be hard hoodly, lookin' in the mud Body sore, broken skull, ho I took your life Six-hundred six-six-six Census of a judgement night (Verse 2, Koopsta Knicca) I got a knock on my door Man, who is it bitch? Is it my niggas from the motherfuckin' triple-six? Get out my head, I'm scared Know soon, you might be dead Don't make me cut you in dreads Since that a homested To make a pimp-tight fright-night We cut them bodies in chunks Though, by a butcher-knife I buck 'em dead on the double Cause I don't need no trouble Man what the fucks a muscle To a playa body's hustle? My Glock goes pop, and pop And make them niggas drop To my motherfuckin' "Stash Spot" The Triple Six Mafia in this motherfucka Wit' my nigga the Koopsta Knicca We doin' this shit for all the niggas who stay down And for all the niggas who couldn't take it The shit just get thicker for a weak nigga Triple six, triple six, triple six niggas (Hook, Guy talking, repeat to end) You broke rule number one Do not, do not, do not Do not, steal, from me