Versuri 07. Threat

Yo once a pimp gets threats 
That's right, that's the the that's, that's threats them 
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr 
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 niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me 
I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me 
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me 
You niggaz must got 9 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 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'Reilly, you only rilin' 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 
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 sin-surr, this some sin-surr 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 niggaz, 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 
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 
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you 
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you 
 
Y'all niggaz 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 Chris, nigga I been makin' 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 numchuks 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 7 
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11 
 
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 a grin 
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?