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, n***a I'll k** ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money n***a
Yeah, I done told you n***az 9 or 10 times stop f**in' with me
I done told you n***az 9 albums, stop f**in' with me
I done told you n***az the 9 on me, stop f**in' with me
You n***az 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**
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 rilin' 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, d**h to y'all
You can't k** 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
n***a them body-snatchers, n***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
n***a stop f**in' with me
R I P
That's right there n***a, n***a I'm wild
n***a I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a n***a out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr sh** right here
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 n***az, 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 bu*ton
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood n***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 n***az 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, n***a
God bless you
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
n***a stop f**in' with me
R I P
Yeah I'm threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' ya
Who you thank you dealin' with?
They call me Chris, n***a I been makin' threats
Since I been in kindergarten n***a
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, n***a 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 'splay the 7
Put you on the n***a news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
That I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will k** you, commit suicide, and k** you again, that's right
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
n***a stop f**in' with me
R I P
Whattup? Motherf**er I keep three motherf**ers what?
n***a I'll throw a Molotov co*ktail
Through your momma's momma's house
n***a what the, where everybody live
Undercover n***a take your teeth out your mouth n***a
Chew your food up and put the sh** back
In your mouth n***a and help you swallow
n***a I take a mop handle off n***a
And sweep n***a, hold on, I'll be n***a what?