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 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 niggaz wit plots to rob us   Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker 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   [Incomprehensible]   Let the boy [Incomprehensible]      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, ka-ka-kat, kat