Lyric Threat - Jay-Z

Lyric Song Threat: Intro
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That s rightthat s the the that sthat s threats them
And I m serious about mineI m so sin surr
And Inigga I ll kill yaI ll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

Jay Z
YeahI done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albumsstop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on mestop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

Verse One
Put that knife in yatake a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya Shall I continue
I put the gun to yaI let it sing you a song
I let it hum to yathe other one sing along
Now it s a duetand you wetwhen you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don t need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un usual musical I conductin
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don t care if you C Delores Tuck it
Or you Bill O Reillyyou only rylin me up
For three yearsthey had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me upwhatchu think I m gon bewhat
Rehabilitatedman I still feel hatred
I m young black and rich so they wanna strip me nakedbut
You never had me like Christina Aguiler y
But catch me down the Westsidedrivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDRin the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y all
You can t kill meI live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on yaI put a price on your head
The whole hood ll want yayou startin to look like bread
I send them boys at yaI ain t talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body snatchersnigga you heard what I said

Chorus
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

Interlude
That s right there nigganigga I m wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin surrthis some sin surr SHIT right hurr!

Verse Two
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desertthey build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggazlet Sam tap dance on you
ThenI Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watchit ain t a thang
Y all wish I was frontinI George Bush the button
Front of all you 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 nuttin of it
Likecastor oilI Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
y all niggaz is targets
Y all garages for bulletsplease don t make me park it
in your upper levelvalet a couple strays
from the 38 specialniggaGod bless you

Chorus

Interlude
Yeah I m threatening yaYEAH I m threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with
They call me Chrisnigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huhask about mesee if you ain t heard

Verse Three
When the gun is tuckeduntuckednigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L I
I m the onethus meanin no one must try
No twono threeno fourknow 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 blaow splay the 7
Put you on the nigga newsUPN at 11
Where you beenyou ain t heardgot the word that I m
blaow blaow that I m so sin surr
I m especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill youcommit suicideand kill you again
That s right

Chorus

Outro
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 onI ll be nigga what