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Threat (A Cappella (Explicit))

Threat (A Cappella (Explicit))

JAY-Z

The Black Album

2004-01-01

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專輯:黑色專輯 (The Black Album) 歌曲:Threat Yo wuts up pimp this threats That's right that's the the that's that's right this threats pimp And I'm serious about mine I'm so sin-surr And I I'll kill ya I'll chop ya up Putcha inside a mattress like drug money Yeah I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop with me I done told you niggaz 9 albums stop with me I done told you niggaz The 9 on me stop with me You niggaz must got 9 lives 9th wonder 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 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 them body snatchers you heard what I said I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin Put your smarts on the side of your garment stop with me R I P That's right there I'm wild I keep trash bags with me Never know when you gotta dump a out This sin surr this some sin surr right hurr 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 Front of all you in your car lift up your hood 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 God bless you Yeah I'm threatening ya YEAH I'm threatening ya Who you thank you dealin with They call me Threats I been makin threats Since I been in kindergarten Huh ask about me see if you ain't heard of me When the gun is tucked untucked 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 ews 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 Whattup Motherfucka I keep three motherfuckers what I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house what the where everybody live Undercover take your teeth out your mouth Chew your food up and put the back in your mouth And help you swallow I take a mop handle off And sweep hold on I'll be what
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