JAY-Z — Threat

[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Intro: Cedric the Entertainer] Yo, what's up, 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, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga [Break: Jay-Z] Yeah, I done told you niggas 9 or 10 times, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggas, 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggas, the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me You niggas 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 two TECs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit This is a unusual musical, I conduct it 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 you 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'll never have 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: Jay-Z] 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: Cedric the Entertainer] 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 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, then build the Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggas, 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, 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 nothin' of it Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you Change your face or the bullets change all that for you Y'all niggas 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: Jay-Z] 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: Cedric the Entertainer] Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, YEAH I'm threatenin' 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 3: Jay-Z] When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga, you dies Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meaning, 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—[pew-pew!]—that I'm so sincer'? I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again That's right [Chorus: Jay-Z] 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 … [Outro: Cedric the Entertainer] 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?