Judgment Nite - Koopsta Knicca

You broke rule number one

Do not, do not, do not, do not, steal, from me

Kick them bitches out my business trick, the Koop has something for 'em

A mothafuckin' *bang* a nigga knock with a warrant

I’m knowing I gotta touch 'em, knowing I gotta buck 'em dead

Now bumpin' bitches heads got me running from the fucking Feds

Kick it with my dreads, all years and still been on them slabs

You say lil' Koop ain’t coming clean, mane I’ll be damned

Buck 'em down

You clown just gain some inches 'fore you get sprayed

Scandalous is that killa pimping Koopsta Knicca clickin' with that mothafuckin'

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 sinning, nigga why you grinning?

There’s no forgiveness, tell me, should I let you keep on living?

Grab me a four, kicked in them doors like the night before

Man hit them floors or be a ugly looking in the morgue

Body sore, broken skull, ho I took your life

Six hundred 666, census of a judgement night

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

Man 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 Pot

Aww, yeah the Triple 6 Mafia in this mothafucka.

With my nigga the Koopsta

Knicca.

We doing this shit for all the niggas who stay down, you know I’m

saying?

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)