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Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats
That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th Wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out
The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit
This is a unusual musical I conductin'
You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett
So all critics can duck sick
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup
Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred
I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked
But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
Or the FDR in the seat of my car
Screamin' out the sunroof "Death to y'all"
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds
Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' with me
R-I-P
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!
Grown man, I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it
Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Please don't make me park it in your upper level
Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga
God bless you
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' with me
R-I-P
Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!
Who you thank you dealin' with?
They call me Threats, nigga
I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11
Where you been? You ain't heard?
Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend
I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again
That's right
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin' with me
R-I-P
Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail
Through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the, where everybody live!
Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
And help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?