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