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 sincere

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 niggas

9 or 10 times stop fucking with me

I done told you niggas

9 albums, stop fucking with me

I done told you niggas

The 9 on me, stop fucking with me

You niggas must got 9 lives

9th wonder



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 2 tecs and I don't need two lips

To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit

This is a unusual musical I conducting

You looking 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 ryling 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 goin' be, what?

Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred

I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but

You never had me like Christina Aguiler-why

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 starting 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



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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 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 fronting, 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 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



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

Who you thank you dealing with?

They call me Chris, 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 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 sincere?

I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin

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

That's right



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