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judgement nite (original version) - koopsta knicca lyrics

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[intro: playa fly]
get that hoe for her fifteen

[hook]
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! comе on, man, all you gotta do is* (*gunshot*)
ru*ru*ru*ru*rule number two; no witnessеs
no*, no!
[verse 1]
kick them b*tches out my business, trick
the koop has somethin’ for ’em
a mothaf*ckin’ *gunshot*, a n*gga knock with a warrant
i’m knowin’ i gotta touch ’em, knowin’ i gotta buck ’em dead
now bumpin’ b*tches heads got me runnin’ from the f*ckin’ feds
cl!ckin’ with my dreads all years, and still been on them slabs
you say, “lil’ koop ain’t comin’ clean”
mane, i’ll be d*mned, buck ’em down
you clown just gain some inches, ‘fore you get sprayed
scandalous is that k!lla, pimpin’
koopsta knicca cl!ckin’ with that mothaf*ckin’ twelve gauge
i made ’em face the grave, and laid his sh*t like down, my nig
i hit him real quick, then counted up my dividends
a rebel’s in me, got me sinnin’, n*gga, 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, census of a judgement night

[hook]
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!
[verse 2]
i got a knock on my door, man, who is it, b*tch?
is it my n*ggas from the mothaf*ckin’ 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 f*cks a muscle to a playa body’s hustle?
my glock goes pop and pop, and make them n*ggas drop
come take a ride to my mothaf*ckin’ stash spot

[interlude: dj paul]
aww, yeah, the triple 6 mafia in this mothaf*cka
with my n*gga the koopsta knicca
we doin’ this sh*t for all the n*ggas who stayed down
you know what i’m sayin’?
and for all the n*ggas who couldn’t take it
the sh*t just get thicker for a weak n*gga, biatch

[outro: koopsta knicca]
triple 6, triple 6, triple 6 n*ggas

[hook]
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*)

- koopsta knicca lyrics

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