It's the man, repossession is my occupation It's not my fault you foreclosure, I told ya I'm an agent, workin' for the man And his say you owe him for this land
Don't cry to me and lie to me Actin' like you ain't home, on the phone You shoulda about that when you bought the Benzy You a few increments Now we come and get yo' shit
If you slip on the I get to make sure that you pay rent Or get out, throw all your clothes in the meats out your refrigerator
Then my come back and get it later with the forklift Heh, we don't care how you worked, we takin' yo' shit It's too late, payment's way past your due date You couldn't from me, even with a new face
Or plastic surgery, your debt's I don't care about your family, hand me No excuses, you know useless, no one's stoppin' me Just get off the property before I bring the cops me
Possibly, this could into a criminal act your fax machine, PlayStation in the basement Adjacent to the big television You can't tell the system no, we get the dough
The company want G's or the keys To the convertible and hey, personal, okay? I'm just my job (You know?) on your debts, now you're losin' a wad
Bruisin' your wallet, whatever in pocketbook All get took to my agency, then they me It ain't me, that's my thing When I mob off witcha shit, to me sing
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One, paycheck from sleepin' on the Too many my scrill don't meet Three day notice the landlord on the seat Fo-fo' caliber shots discrete
But motherfuckers jack frequent, no secret 'Cause they shit be And on closer inspection, repossession birth protection in the brokest section
In words, the ghetto Repo man, pullin' like Giupetto Squeeze two at him, let go, I just gotta be real I'm tired of infomercials with five-year payment deals
See I was sleepin' on the in my apartment When I my car ignition 'cause somebody sparked it So I run all the way down the full throttle 'Don't in' is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle
He screamin', "Whatchu pay me with?" Then he laughin', singin' crazy shit La la la la la la la, la la la la la I said, "Shut the up", and then I banked him in the jaw
But that was no use, even though he collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle When you up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever You don't know I am either
Even at a party line dancin' Get they trucks with poor financing Banks that give the loan figure, damn, in the worst We makin' money 'cause we had it in the first
And where was it that they got that cash You you deposit it from bustin' yo' ass Well, two weeks after that last I noticed my front lock had a slight My TV was gone and out the from my room I heard the repo man sing his tune, it went
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