Jay-Z - Threat Lyrics
[Intro]Yo what's up pimp dis threatsThat's right, this - the that's, this threats pimpAnd I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surrAnd I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya upPut ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga[Jay-Z]Yeah, I done told you niggaz9 or 10 times stop *****in with meI done told you niggaz9 albums, stop *****in with meI done told you niggazwith a 9 on me, stop *****in with meYou niggaz must got 9 lives9th wonder[Verse One]Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from yaAm I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a songI let it hum to ya, the other one sing alongNow it's a duet, and you wet, when you check outthe technique from the 2 techs and I don't need two lipsTo blow this like a trumpet you dumb shitThis is a un-usual musical I conductinYou lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sicI don't care if you C. Delores TucketOr you Bill O'Reilly, you won;t be rylin me upFor three years, they had me peein out of a cupNow they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatredI'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me *****, butYou never had me like Christina Aguiler-yBut catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle BerryOr the FDR, in the seat of my carScreamin out the sunroof death to y'allYou can't kill me, I live forever through these barsI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your headThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like breadI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout FedsNigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said[Chorus]I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the morninPut the smarts on the side of your garmentNigga stop *****in with meR. -- I. -- P.[Interlude]That's right , nigga I'm wildNigga I keep trash bags with meNever know when you gotta dump a nigga outThis sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr![Verse Two]Grown man I put hands on youI dig a hole in the desert, then build The Sands on youLay out blueprint plans on youWe Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on youThen, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you... I put the boy in the box like David BlaineLet the audience watch, it ain't a thangY'all wish it was frontin, I George Bush the buttonpour the oil in your car lift up your hood nigga runnin'Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under itYour boy got the goods y'all don't want none of itLike, castor oil, I Castor Troy youChange your face or the bullets change all that for you... y'all niggaz is targetsY'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park itin your upper level, valet a couple straysfrom the 38 special, nigga, God bless you[Chorus][Interlude]Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!Who you thank you dealin with?They call me threats, nigga I been makin threatssince I been in kindergarten nigga!Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard[Verse Three]When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dielike numchuks held by the Jet L-II'm the one, thus meanin no one must tryNo two, no three, no four, know why?Because one's four-five might blow yo' highYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' GodIt's a match made in heaven when I [blaow] 'splay the 7Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm[blaow blaow] that I'm so sin-surr?I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grinI will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you againThat's right[Chorus][Outro]Whattup? Mother*****er I keep three mother*****ers what?Nigga I'll throw a Molotov *****tail through your momma's momma's houseNigga what the - where everybody live!Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth niggaChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth niggaand help you swallowNigga I take a mop handle off niggaAnd sweep nigga, nigga what - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?
