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
