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feat. Pharrell Williams, Rosco P. Coldchain
[Chorus - Pusha T] (Pharrell)
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
(Brrraaattt - brrraaattt, brrraaattt - brrraaattt, ka-ka-kat-kat)
(Brrraaattt - brrraaattt, brrraaattt - brrraaattt, ka-ka-kat-kat)
[Verse - Pusha T]
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-Man; my 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
[Chorus]
[Verse - Malice]
Let's play cops and robbers, and watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martars
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