Letra de Judgment Nite
You broke rule number one Do not, do not, do not, do not, steal, from meKick 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, scandelous is that killa pimping Koopsta Knicca Kick it with the 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 forgive-me's, 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 PotAww, 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)