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[Intro] Yo what´s up pimp dis threats That´s right, this - the that´s, this threats pimp 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 [Jay-Z] 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 stop lyin on me, stop fuckin with me You niggaz must got 9 lives 9th wonder [Verse One] 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 techs 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 Tucket Or you Bill O´Reilly, you won;t be rylin 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 moves 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 [Chorus] I make ´em wait for you ´til five in the mornin Put the smocks on the side of your garment Nigga stop fuckin with me R. -- I. -- P. [Interlude] That´s right , 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 hurr! [Verse Two] Grown man I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, then 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 it was frontin, I George Bush the button pour the oil in your car lift up your hood nigga runnin´ Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it >Your boy got the goods y´all don´t want none 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 [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 threats since 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 die 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 [blaow] ´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 [blaow blaow] 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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, nigga what - hold on, I´ll be - nigga what?

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