Add-2 - Knock Knock lyrics

[Produced By: Khrysis] [Hook: Add-2] Knock knock (who's there?) Where we at? (over here) [Verse 1: Add-2] They say that the flow sinking in poison like Michael Bivins Ronnie and Ricky tell Bobby the New Edition is Add-2 n***a who flow is colder than Michigan Competition can swim in whatever river the fish is in I got lines like the coke head fisherman This the frame of mind that they couldn't put a picture in Might as well join us cause the chances of you beatin' us Slimmer than James Jr., [?] like [James Sr.?], n***a Tell Khrysis it's about to be a crisis Almighty like Isis, sit 'em high as Christ is Mean on these mic devices, I'm mean but I'm still the nicest I'm mean with a sixteen, when a teen is gettin' a license n***a, call me glue cause you stuck with me Turn critics mute, can't [?] nobody out here can f** with me I'm from the 'Go, I be schemin' on your ho Have her tell me that she comin' like I'm waiting at the do' [Hook] [Verse 2: Add-2] I'm back when these cats slacking, this pattern is all [mat?] These rappers do not matter they little b**hes like Madeline Add-2 is the one, as simple as mathematics You better tell em to step or they leaving redder than kappas Or, redder than Vader's saber Since I mighta been planning on living major Homie I got flows that I drop that could stop foes And havin' these n***as runnin' like rascals, snot nose Don't trust these hoes, they'll marry ya and they bury ya Speed it up, these hoes'll marry and bury ya This is lyrical rap, [?] on the [run?] Crowd squintin' like Pookie New Jack back smokin' the rock They told me clean up the flow but I ain't needing a mop I put the verse to [?] bumping like small pox in your stereo Throwing out fire like I'm Mario, burial, bringing flowers I'll (ooh!) k** 'em like Terio k** 'em like Terio [Hook] [Verse 3: Sundown] Ding dong ditchin', I been pitching methamphetamine Walter White at my height, I'm making it rain I was too hyped, the Heisenberg slow ice for blue pill swallowers I'm resurrecting everything I buried in my last year Knock knock the pop lock fiends Get an extra lung to breathe, they been smoking all my best pieces Jesus Christ and I sacrifice for the game and yo The [?] no surer flow for the two bolts Load them up to the top, just to weigh me on a scale Next the heavyweight dope sh**, teeter-tot a fat kid Lopsided close knit familia The plot won't flow without my flow, boat sink to the bottom in the undertow They can't f** with the team Asphyxiate the big nun and play Sun never It's Milton Bradley and I pa**ionately pa**ed up that bullsh** to play it smart And I been gamin' on the game, understand my name S-U-N We gon' spin one out my revolutionary next of kin Young k**a, no sh** for filla Still on my zone I drop a bomb like Flex and let my competition check my tone [Hook]