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featuring Breeze  Sha 

Chorus 
"You got shot cuz you knocked knocked knocked 
Who's there  another motherfuckin hard rock" [ODB] 4x 

[True/Sha] 
If you knock on my door  you better been there before 
Cuz for trespassin  you know I got the cure 
I sleep wit hot lead  and it'll be dawn 'fore dead 
I'll let my girl go 'fore my gun leaves my bed 
Every man want heaven  but no man want dead 
As the pope once said, 'fore the dred lost his head 
So I keep my door locked, my gun cold-cocked 
First nigga that knock, I'm lightin up the whole block 
Test me not if you don't want to get hot 
Cuz I have missing posters filled wit all you hard rocks 
And I suggest, if you don't want to get blessed 
Just remember to wear your bullet-proof vest 

"You got shot cuz you not not not 
Who's there another mother" "BLAOW" 

[Tariq/Breeze] 
It's showdown, brother high noon 
My soul questin like old Westerns 
The low down gonna die soon 
The True fake, you gonna fall to rock-bottom 
When my glock spot em, then for you snake you gonna crawl 
Crumblin, messin wit me, definitely humblin 
Mumblin mercy, thirsty I need to hear it 
I need your spirit decimated, desecrated my core up to the extreme 
Before you do your next scheme, deserve to leave you sufferin 
You gots to catch a payback, from her to me 
Your brother been your brother kid from way back 
Ain't no shame in your drama 
You will be feelin the heat from you stealin my beat 
Down to you gamin my mama 
Aimin a bomb to finish wit you, diminsh split you 
You done pushed me, shit I didn't even get to kill that pussy 
But now I'm bout to kill it, fill it, spill it on this pavement 
Your scream'll satisfy my Wes Craven/craving 

Chorus 2x 

[Tariq/Breeze] 
Yo word is bond son, I'm sayin niggaz 
When I see that nigga, yo that's my word 
Shit is gonna be so real for that nigga 
Yo, I'm sayin 

[True/Sha] 
My cream I protect, your dreams I respect 
My plan to hard rock shit be snappin at your neck 
I thirst for beef, hot lead spells relief 
So play your position, brave nigga I'm the chief 
And all that hard rock shit gon get you closer to redrum 
And reachin for your pistol, I can say that's quite dumb 
So leave it alone, you've been dethroned 
That's only if your black ass wanna make it home 

[Tariq/Breeze] 
You're gettin carried away 
Wit pallbearers, twist you while I'm wettin 
That be the way it's all clear wit Mr. L 
Gone black, I'm tellin him you was plottin for cheddar 
To hell wit him, you forgotten 
Against my contract, we could do this like Judas 
Blast you wit your style, mastered it so foul 
Leave you clueless like "who this?" 
Carma caught you kid, I'm fuckin sicker than true lies 
I'ma scorch a nigga, comin thicker wit new rise 
It's hard to live, knowin that you doin the same 
Knowin about you and your game, let God forgive 
I won't see I don't give a fuck son 
I give a buck in gross earning, you eatin the heat in my toast burnin 

"You got shot cuz you knocked knocked knocked 
Who's there another motherfuckin hard rock" 
"You got shot cuz you knocked knocked knocked 
Who's there another mother" *gun shots*

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