threat lyrics – jay-z

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, n*gg* i’ll kill ya, i’ll chop ya up
put ya inside the mattress like drug money n*gg*

yeah, i done told you n*gg*z 9 or 10 times stop f*ckin’ with me
i done told you n*gg*z 9 alb*ms, stop f*ckin’ with me
i done told you n*gg*z the 9 on me, stop f*ckin’ with me
you n*gg*z 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 sh*t
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
n*gg* them body-sn*tchers, n*gg* 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
n*gg* stop f*ckin’ with me
r i p

that’s right there n*gg*, n*gg* i’m wild
n*gg* i keep trash bags with me
never know when you gotta dump a n*gg* out
this sin-surr, this some sin-surr sh*t 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 n*gg*z, let sam tap dance on you
then, i sinatra shot ya god d*mn 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 b*tton
front of all you in your car lift up your hood n*gg* 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 n*gg*z 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, n*gg*
god bless you

i make ’em wait for you ’til five in the mornin’
put your smarts on the side of your garment
n*gg* stop f*ckin’ 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, n*gg* i been makin’ threats
since i been in kindergarten n*gg*
huh, ask about me, see if you ain’t heard

when the gun is tucked, untucked, n*gg* 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 n*gg* 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
n*gg* stop f*ckin’ with me
r i p

whattup? motherf*cker i keep three motherf*ckers what?
n*gg* i’ll throw a molotov c*cktail
through your momma’s momma’s house
n*gg* what the, where everybody live

undercover n*gg* take your teeth out your mouth n*gg*
chew your food up and put the sh*t back
in your mouth n*gg* and help you swallow
n*gg* i take a mop handle off n*gg*
and sweep n*gg*, hold on, i’ll be n*gg* what?

/ jay z lyrics