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Well maybe you guys might like the remix I wrote to Jay-Z's "Threat"
[Intro]
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, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop ****in with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop ****in with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop ****in with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder
[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 conductin
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 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
[Chorus]
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop ****in with me
R. -- I. -- P.
[Interlude]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga off
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
Front of all 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]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
[Verse Three]
When you cats speak its more like watchin comicveiw
Cuz you makin jokes cuz what you say you dont do
You makin THREATS pimp you straight speakin jive
Mike Game known to serve it to ya raw bring it to ya live
Talkin like you big but you actually make the perfect target
Throw some bullets yo way so fast you can say I Bret Farved it
On my waist, under my seat, on my nightstand theres a burner or 2
To light yal niggas up like a Philly had somethin in common wit you
Kill or get killed you say it as if its slogan or motto
You a say you player well Ima put you in a Grand Theft Auto
Type of situation bitch Ill have ya Breakin like an '83 Ice-T
No Kangols gold chains or adidas just my lil gun you and me
Red dot yo fo' head you screamin "ITS ELECTRIC"
Life cut short but you really aint seen nothin yet prick
You got the 45 dead in ya chest like a Jordan throwback
Time done passed its too late nigga you cant go back
**6 Gunshots***
[Outro]
Whattup? Mother****er I keep three mother****ers 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?
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