Threat

Yo wassup, pimp, this threats

That's right, this the, the this, this threats, pimp

And I'm serious a'bout mine, I'm so sin-surr

****, I'll, **** I'll kill ya', I'll chop ya' up

Put ya' inside the mattress like drug money, ****

Yeah, I done told you **** nine, ten times stop fuckin' with me

I done told you **** nine albums, stop fuckin' with me

I done told you **** The Nine on me, stop fuckin' with me

You **** must got nine lives

ninth 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 Techs and I don't need two lips

To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit

This is a un-usual musical I conduc' it

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 rylin' me up

For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup

Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu 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

****, them body-snatchers, ****, you heard what I said

I make 'em wait for you till five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

****, stop fuckin' with me

R. I. P.

That's right there, ****, I'm, ****, I'm wild

****, I keep trash bags with me

Never know when you gotta dump a **** out

This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right hurr!

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 ****, let Sam tap dance on you

Then, I Sinatra shot ya', God damn 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, ****, run it

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it

Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nuttin' of it

Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you

Change your face or the bullets change all that for you

Y'all **** is targets

Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it

In your upper level, valet a couple strays

From the thirty-eight special, ****, God bless you

I make 'em wait for you till five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

****, stop fuckin' with me

R. I. P.

Yeah, I'm threatening ya', yeah, I'm threatening ya'!

Who you thank you dealin' with?

They call me Threats, ****, I been making threats since I been in kindergarten, ****, huh!

Ask about me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, ****, you dies

Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I

I'm the one, thus meanin' 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 **** news, UPN at eleven

Where you been? You ain't heard? Got the word that I'm

That I'm so sin-surr?

I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend

I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again

I make 'em wait for you till five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

****, stop fuckin' with me

R. I. P.

What up? Motherfucka, I keep three, motherfucka, what?

****, I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house

****, wassup? Where everybody live!

Undercover ****, take your teeth out your mouth, ****

Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth, ****, and help you swallow

****, I take a mop handle off, **** and sweep ****, hold on, I'll be - ****, what?