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