文本歌词

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' ni**a I'll kill ya' I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money ni**a
Yeah' I done told you
9 or 10 times stop f**kin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums' stop f**kin with me
I done told you
The 9 on me' stop f**kin 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 sh*t
This is a unusual 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 aguilery
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
Ni**a them body snatchers' ni**a 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
Ni**a stop f**kin with me
R i p
That's right there ni**a' ni**a I'm wild
Ni**a I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a ni**a out
This sin surr' this some sin surr sh*t 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 ni**a 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' ni**a' god bless you
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Ni**a stop f**kin with me
R i p
Yeah I'm threatening ya' yeah I'm threatening ya
Who you thank you dealin with
They call me chris' ni**a I been makin threats
Since I been in kindergarten ni**a
Huh' ask about me' see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked' untucked' ni**a you dies
Like numchuks held by the jet l l
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 ni**a 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
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Ni**a stop f**kin with me
R i p
Whattup I keep three what
Ni**a I'll throw a molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Ni**a what the where everybody live
Undercover ni**a take your teeth out your mouth ni**a
Chew your food up and put the sh*t back in your mouth ni**a
Threat - Kev Brown