Lupe Fiasco - Knockin At The Door - Текст песни

Knockin' at the door but you can't get in

Peekin' through the blinds but you can't see in

Knockin' at the door but you can't get in

Knockin' at the door but you can't get in



They wanna start again, no arguin',

Guns in the car for them, hit em while they feet on they Alterman's

Off guard, blow em out they Cardigans

They case hardenin' , they at the table bargainin'

No time for stuck safeties or shaky targetin'

Hit the face, hit the safe and the carpet in

Get the weight, get the cape, get the tape that we starred in

Escape, hit the interstate partyin'

They guardians is soft frames as jellyfish

Give em shirts that they can strain spaghetti wit

Extra button holes for touchin' 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' jus like us

Burners under the furniture, 4-4's and floorboards

Murderers, burglars, they game just as hood

And they aim jus as good,

A little better

Little Berettas wit suppressors

And all the etceteras for whatever

We can pole climb, cut phone lines, the whole nine

But we got to stay together, that's the key to this

Even if, its no longer secretive

They gonna start panicin', when they see that u backstage without the laminent

Don't ease up, niggaz tend to freeze up, become mannequins

"What about you?", don't worry bout me

I'm averagin' 50 shots a game when its cracklin'

Turn the lights off on they ambulance

Just, give me room to operate

They be in operatin' rooms wit wounds to contemplate

Don't speak, no room to commentate,

Make sure ya sneakers tied, no shoes to confiscate

Get aways, take the cables out they Sables,

Slash the tires on they Chryslers, no survivors

Niggaz can't make it with McGuyver

Either u get them, or they get u

No amount of karate class can keep u 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 (UH!)

Movin' on, make sure you know who's who, who's you

Who's not, and who to shoot upon

Friendly fire, and hittin' innocent standbyers'll

Get ya enemy wired, and its bad enough

So dont go gassin' 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 3