Chorus:

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
In front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year

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Mask on face, glock in hand
I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man

Never listened to my parents like an orphan, man
Strong finger on trigger like it's in corpses' hands
Confiscate goodies like Repo-Man SamMake nigga kick that can
Fall victim to the click clack clan
My bitch sick, eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man my wish her command, uh!
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 trying to do what the hustlers do
Give up the cash before I turn you Cookie Monster blue