Threat

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
R I P
For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me

No two, no three, no four, know why?
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' bout Feds
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up
Please don't make me park it in your upper level
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies

The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread

I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again, that's right
But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
This is a un-usual musical I conductin'
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
Since I been in kindergarten nigga
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr shit right here

You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it

I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
Valet a couple strays from the 38 special, nigga

Y'all niggaz is targets, y'all garages for bullets
Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya

R I P
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Screamin' out the sunroof, death to y'all
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y

I'm the one, thus meanin' no one must try
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?
Now they 'bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga what the, where everybody live
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Nigga stop fuckin' with me
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm

Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
Nigga stop fuckin' with me
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button
Like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
God bless you
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin' threats
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th wonder
Nigga stop fuckin' with me
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
Who you thank you dealin' with?
In your mouth nigga and help you swallow
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nuttin' of it

Put your smarts on the side of your garment
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'

You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
It's a match made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
R I P

Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Through your momma's momma's house
Chew your food up and put the shit back
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
That I'm so sin-surr?