The Clipse - Chinese New Year lyrics

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here Judging by my steel I got something to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Mask on face, glock in hand I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man Never listen to my parents like an orphan man Strong finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam Make n***a kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack klan My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac Many wish her command, uh ADT's ain't stop me, simple like ABC's Snip cut game just as easy as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do Give up the cash 'fore I turn you cookie monster blue And your man and them for trying to be hustlers too Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here Judging by my steel I got something to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Let's play cops and robbers and watch Heckler and Koch turn cops to martyrs As well as n***az wit plots to rob us Try me, I'll turn this motherf**er into shuttas Wit them 911's revin Gunfire leave brethren remains like 9/11 And get the sounds of rounds dispensing That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing When I picture bits and pieces of bone chip and flesh It tears me to pieces Cooperate, escaping useless, trust me I'm your friend I will talk you through this Trick or treat n***az wit hoods want the goods I feel like Robin Hood when I share it wit my hood Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit Don't let the 9 mill riddle your wits smarty pants I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here Judging by my steel I got something to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming, common sense To take a duck and get the f** outta harms way Your dying would absolutely make my day Why he had to go look who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed This is what I did to him, now you will see to him Hurried out his crib, before that took everything ?? Let the boy ?? If I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol tight When we meet in the afterlife, cold chain I'm the black one that bleed Rosco P, young G, I don't speak I just squeeze 97 P will make you drop to your knees Before you know it, you'll be floating to a better place your soul feeling free I'm young, black and I just don't give a f** Big gun on my waist, d** in the trunk Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, compress me I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here Judging by my steel I got something to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat