Cedric The Entertainer - Threat lyrics

[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 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 [Jay-Z] Yeah, I done told you n***as 9 or 10 times stop f**in with me I done told you n***as 9 albums, stop f**in with me I done told you n***as with The 9 on me, stop f**in with me You n***as must got 9 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 2 Tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb sh** 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 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 [Hook] 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 [Interlude: Cedric the Entertainer] 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*t right hurr! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] 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***as, 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 For the oil 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'a Castor Troy you Change your face or the bullets change all that for you ... y'all n***as 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 [Hook] 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 [Interlude: Cedric the Entertainer] Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya! Who you thank you dealin' with? They call me Threats, n***a I been makin' threats Since I been in kindergarten n***a! Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard [Verse 3: Jay-Z] When the gun is tucked, untucked, n***a you dies Like nunchuks 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 {*silencer shot*} 'splay the 7 Put you on the n***a news, UPN and 11 Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm [Two silencer shots] that I'm so sin-surr? I'm especially Joe Pesci wit it, friend I will k** you, commit suicide, and k** you again That's right [Hook] 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 [Outro: Cedric the Entertainer] Whatup? 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?