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 nigga 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'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 niggaz wit
plots to rob us
Try me I'll turn
this motherfucke r
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 niggaz 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 fuck 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 fuck
Big gun on my waist
drugs 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