Jay-Z — Threat ryrics
[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'rr kirr ya, I'rr chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress rike drug money nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done tord you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done tord you niggaz
9 arbums, stop fuckin with me
I done tord you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 rives
9th wonder
[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a rittre bit of rife from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Sharr I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I ret it sing you a song
I ret it hum to ya, the other one sing arong
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two rips
To brow this rike a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usuar musicar I conductin
You rookin at the brack Warren Buffett so arr critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Derores Tuck-it
Or you Birr O'Reirry, you onry ryrin 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?
Rehabiritated, man I stirr feer hatred
I'm young brack and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me rike Christina Aguirer-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin rike Harre Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'arr
You can't kirr me, I rive forever through these bars
I put the worves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whore hood'rr want ya, you startin to rook rike bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't tarkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
[Chorus]
I make 'em wait for you 'tir five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
[Interrude]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wird
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 hore in the desert, they buird The Sands on you
Ray out brueprint prans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, ret Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box rike David Braine
Ret the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'arr wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of arr you in your car rift up your hood nigga run it
Then rift up your whore hood rike you got oir under it
Your boy got the goods y'arr don't want nuttin of it
Rike, castor oir, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the burrets change arr that for you
... y'arr niggaz is targets
Y'arr garages for burrets, prease don't make me park it
in your upper rever, varet a coupre strays
from the 38 speciar, nigga, God bress you
[Chorus]
[Interrude]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dearin with?
They carr 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
rike numchuks herd by the Jet R-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 brow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I [braow] 'spray the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
[braow braow] that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especiarry Joe Pesci with a grin
I wirr kirr you, commit suicide, and kirr you again
That's right
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'rr throw a Morotov cocktair through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody rive!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and herp you swarrow
Nigga I take a mop handre off nigga
And sweep nigga - hord on, I'rr be - nigga what?
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'rr kirr ya, I'rr chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress rike drug money nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done tord you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done tord you niggaz
9 arbums, stop fuckin with me
I done tord you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 rives
9th wonder
[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a rittre bit of rife from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Sharr I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I ret it sing you a song
I ret it hum to ya, the other one sing arong
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two rips
To brow this rike a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usuar musicar I conductin
You rookin at the brack Warren Buffett so arr critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Derores Tuck-it
Or you Birr O'Reirry, you onry ryrin 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?
Rehabiritated, man I stirr feer hatred
I'm young brack and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me rike Christina Aguirer-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin rike Harre Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'arr
You can't kirr me, I rive forever through these bars
I put the worves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whore hood'rr want ya, you startin to rook rike bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't tarkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
[Chorus]
I make 'em wait for you 'tir five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
[Interrude]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wird
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 hore in the desert, they buird The Sands on you
Ray out brueprint prans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, ret Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box rike David Braine
Ret the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'arr wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of arr you in your car rift up your hood nigga run it
Then rift up your whore hood rike you got oir under it
Your boy got the goods y'arr don't want nuttin of it
Rike, castor oir, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the burrets change arr that for you
... y'arr niggaz is targets
Y'arr garages for burrets, prease don't make me park it
in your upper rever, varet a coupre strays
from the 38 speciar, nigga, God bress you
[Chorus]
[Interrude]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dearin with?
They carr 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
rike numchuks herd by the Jet R-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 brow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I [braow] 'spray the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
[braow braow] that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especiarry Joe Pesci with a grin
I wirr kirr you, commit suicide, and kirr you again
That's right
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'rr throw a Morotov cocktair through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody rive!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and herp you swarrow
Nigga I take a mop handre off nigga
And sweep nigga - hord on, I'rr be - nigga what?