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Threat
Jayz feat Kardinal Offishall a
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Yo, what's up, pimp, this Threats
That's right, this the, this, this Threats, pimp
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
Nigga, I, nigga I'll kill you, I'll chop you up
Put you inside a 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
Ninth Wonder
I put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening 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'm conducting
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sick
I don't care if you C. Delores Tucker
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only riling me up
For three years, they had me peeing 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 Aguilera
But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screaming 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 talking 'bout feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga, you heard what I said
I make 'em lay 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 here, nigga, nigga, I'm wild
Nigga, I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga off
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, God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
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 nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I 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 lay 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 threatening ya
Yeah, I'm threatening ya
Who you think you dealing with?
They call me Threats
Nigga, I been making threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks 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 .45 might blow your high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God
It's a match made in heaven when I, braat, 'splay the 7
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 lay for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga, stop fuckin' with me
R.I.P.
What up?
Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers, what?
Nigga, I'll throw a molotov cocktail through your mama's mama's house
Nigga what's up? Where everybody live?
I'm the kind of nigga take your teeth out your mouth, nigga
And 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 a nigga
Hold on, I'll be, nigga, what?