Threat Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay-z

[Intro: Threats the Pimp] 

Yo wassup pimp this Threats 

That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats pimp 

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 

[Intro: 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 

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[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 conduc' it 

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 

Photos 

[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: Threats] 

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 

For the oil in 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: Threats] 

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: Threats] 

Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what? 

Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house 

Nigga wassup? - 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?