Chinese New Year Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

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