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 nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me

I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me

I done told you niggas, the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me

You niggas must got nine 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 I'm, 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'll 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 is tucked, untucked, nigga, you dies

Like nunchucks 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?