Clipse - Chinese New Year Lyrics

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[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 nigga kick that can fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan

My vixen eat ya 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 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue

And your man and them for trying to be hustlers too

Ernie and Bert I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt

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[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Malice]

Let's play cops and robbers and watch Heckler & Koch turn cops to martyrs

As well as niggas with plots to rob us

Try me I'll turn this motherfucker 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 niggas 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 mill riddle your wits smarty pants

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[Verse 3 - Rosco P. Coldchain]

Sympathy? I feel none

When you hear that humming common sense'll tell you duck

And get the fuck outta harm's way

You're dying to 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 fuck

Big burner on my waist drugs in the trunk

Sitting high in a truck call me luck come press me

[Hook]

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