Roscoe P. Coldchain - Chinese New Year lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T] 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 [Verse 1: 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 in dwarf's hands Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam Make n***a kick that can Fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan My vixen eat ya face like she Ms. Pac-Man My wish her command, ugh ADT's ain't stop me, simple like ABC's Snip, cut, yank just as easy as 1-2-3, breaking and entry so elementary Get what the hustlers get for tryna do what the hustlers do Give up the cash 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue And your man and them for tryna be hustlers too Ernie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt [Hook] [Verse 2: Malice] Let's play cops and robbers And watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martyrs As well as n***as with plots to rob us Try me, I'll turn this mothaf**a into Shottas With them 911's revvin' Gunfire leave brethren remains like it's 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, escape is useless Trust me I'm your friend, I will talk you through this Trick or treat n***as with hoods want the goods I feel like Robin Hood when I share it with my hoods Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit Don't let the 9 mil riddle your wits, smarty pants [Hook] [Verse 3: Rosco P. Coldchain] Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming Common sense'll tell you duck and get the f** outta harm's way Your dying will absolutely make my day Why he had to go look cool, but he wasn't so he got betrayed This is what I did to him, nozzle with a Sig to him Hurried out his crib, before that took everything Powder to pocket change, even the lint Left the boy laying with his skin If I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol tight When we meet in the afterlife Coldchain, 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 f** Big burner on my waist, d** in the trunk Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, come press me [Hook]