Lupe Fiasco - Knockin At The Door lyrics

They wanna start again, no arguing Guns in the car for them Hit 'em while they feet on they ottomans Off guard, uh huh, blow 'em out they cardigans They case hardening, they at the table bargaining No time for stuck safeties or shaky targeting Hit the face, hit the safe and the carpet and Get the weight, get the cake, get the tape that we starred in Escape, hit the interstate partying They guardians is soft frames as jellyfish Give 'em shirts they can strain spaghetti with Extra bu*ton holes for touching those They rarely kick, my readiness only matched by my pettiness Get the change, where the couch at Pick pocket fleas, please get the cheese off they mousetraps Remember, they holdin' just like us Burners under the furniture, 4-4's in floorboards Murderers, burglars, they game just as hood And they aim just as good, a little better Little Berettas with suppressors And all the etceteras for whatever We can pole climb, cut phone lines, the whole nine But we gotta stay together, that's the key to this Even if it's no longer secretive They gonna start panicking when they see that you backstage without the laminent Don't ease up, n***as tend to freeze up, become mannequins What about you Don't worry bout me I'm averaging fifty shots a game when it's crackling Turn the lights off on they ambulance Just, give me room to operate They be in operating rooms with wounds to contemplate Don't speak, no room to commentate Make sure ya sneakers tied, no shoes to confiscate Get aways, take cables out they Sables Slash the tires on they Chryslers, no survivors n***as can't make it with MacGyver Either you get them or they get you No amount of karate cla** can keep you outta body bags So save ya boxing and Ninjitsu Don't be cheap, bullets is ten cents apiece Give 'em each a saw buck the instant they reach Moving on, make sure you know who's who Who's you, who's not, and who to shoot upon Friendly fire and hitting innocent standbyers'll Get your enemy wired and it's bad enough So don't go ga**ing em up Leave that for the shells, the 12's from the pumps If done correct, the condo's on me Gotta go, rock-n-roll, lock and load on three