Jay-Z The Threat [Beatles Mix] Lyrics

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____ I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money n____

(Jay-Z)
Yeah, I done told you n____z
9 or 10 times stop f___in with me
I done told you n____z
9 albums, stop f___in with me
I done told you n____z
The 9 on me, stop f___in with me
You n____z 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 s___
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
n____ them body-s_____ers, n____ 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
n____ stop f___in with me
R. -- I. -- P.

(Interlude)
That's right there n____, n____ I'm wild
n____ I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a n____ out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr s___ 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 n____z, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God d___ 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___on
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood n____ 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____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____, God bless you

(Chorus)

(Interlude)
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Chris, n____ I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten n____!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

(Verse Three)
When the gun is tucked, untucked, n____ 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 n____ 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? m_________er I keep three m_________ers what?
n____ I'll throw a Molotov c___tail through your momma's momma's house
n____ what the - where everybody live!
Undercover n____ take your teeth out your mouth n____
Chew your food up and put the s___ back in your mouth n____
and help you swallow
n____ I take a mop handle off n____
And sweep n____ - hold on, I'll be - n____ what?