[Intro]

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

[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

The 9 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 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 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 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

[Chorus]

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.

[Interlude]

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 hurr!

[Verse two]

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

[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 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 [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 - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?