Jay-Z — Threat

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[Cedric the Entertainer:]
Yo, whassup, pimp! This Threats. That’s right, that’s the, the that’s, this Threats, pimp! And I’m serious about mine, I’m so sincere. And I, n**ga, I’ll kill ya, I’ll chop ya up, put ya inside the mattress like drug money, n**ga!

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you n**gas
9 or 10 times stop fuckin’ with me.
I done told you n**gas
9 albums stop fuckin’ with me.
I done told you n**gas with
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me,
You n**gas must got 9 lives.

9th Wonder!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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 TEC’s and I don’t need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit!
This is a unusual musical, I conductin’,
You lookin’ at the black Warren Buffett, so all critics can duck sick,
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, what ya 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 Aguilery.
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**ga, them body-snatchers, n**ga, you heard what I said.

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I make ’em wait for you till five in the morning,
Put your smarts on the side of your garment.
N**ga, stop fuckin’ with me!
R. I. P.

[Cedric the Entertainer]
That’s right there, n**ga, n**ga, I’m wild! N**ga, I keep trash bags with me. Never know when you gotta dump a n**ga out! This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
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**gas, let Sam tap dance on you,
Then, I Sinatra shot ya, Goddamn 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,
For the oil in your car lift up your hood, n**ga, run it,
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it,
Your boy got the goods, y’all don’t want nothing of it,
Like castor oil, I Castor Troy you,
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you.
Y’all n**gas 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**ga, God bless you!

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I make ’em wait for you till five in the morning,
Put your smarts on the side of your garment.
N**ga, stop fuckin’ with me!
R. I. P.

[Cedric the Entertainer]
Yeah, I’m threatenin ya! Yeah, I’m threatenin ya! Who you thank you dealin with? They call me Threats, n**ga! I been makin threats since I been in kindergarten, n**ga! Huh, ask about me, see, if you ain’t heard.

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
When the gun is tucked untucked, n**ga you dies,
Like nunchuks 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 your high,
You ain’t gotta go to church to get to know your God,
It’s a match made in heaven when I plaow splay the 7,
Put you on the n**ga news, UPN and 11.
Where you been, you ain’t heard, got the word that I’m
Plaow-plaow that I’m so sincere?
I’m especially Joe Pesci wit’ it, friend,
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again.
That’s right.

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I make ’em wait for you till five in the morning,
Put your smarts on the side of your garment.
N**ga, stop fuckin’ with me!
R. I. P.

[Cedric the Entertainer:]
Whattup? Muthafucka, I keep three muthafuckas, what? N**ga, I’ll throw a Molotov cocktail through yo momma’s momma’s house! N**ga, what the… Where everybody live! Undercover n**ga take your teeth out your mouth, n**ga, chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth, n**ga! And help you swallow! N**ga, I take a mop handle off n**ga and sweep n**ga… Hold on, I’ll be… N**ga, what?!