Threat - A Cappella (Explicit)

Yo, what's up, pimp, this Threats

That's right, this the, this, this Threats, pimp

And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere

Nigga, I, nigga I'll kill you, I'll chop you up

Put you inside a mattress like drug money, nigga

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 nine on me, stop fuckin' with me

You niggas must got nine lives

Ninth Wonder

I put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya

Am I frightening 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'm conducting

You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sick

I don't care if you C. Delores Tucker

Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only riling me up

For three years, they had me peeing 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 never had me like Christina Aguilera

But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry

Or the FDR, in the seat of my car

Screaming 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 talking 'bout feds

Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga, you heard what I said

I make 'em lay for you 'til five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

Nigga stop fuckin' with me

R.I.P.

That's right here, nigga, nigga, I'm wild

Nigga, I keep trash bags with me

Never know when you gotta dump a nigga off

This sincere, this some sincere shit 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 niggas, 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 thing

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 nothing of it

Like, Castor oil, I Castor Troy you

Change your face or the bullets 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

I make 'em lay for you 'til five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

Nigga, stop fuckin' with me

R.I.P.

Yeah, I'm threatening ya

Yeah, I'm threatening ya

Who you think you dealing with?

They call me Threats

Nigga, I been making threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga

Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

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 .45 might blow your high

You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God

It's a match made in heaven when I, braat, 'splay the 7

Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm

That I'm so sincere?

I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend

I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again, that's right

I make 'em lay for you 'til five in the mornin'

Put your smarts on the side of your garment

Nigga, stop fuckin' with me

R.I.P.

What up?

Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers, what?

Nigga, I'll throw a molotov cocktail through your mama's mama's house

Nigga what's up? Where everybody live?

I'm the kind of nigga take your teeth out your mouth, nigga

And 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 a nigga

Hold on, I'll be, nigga, what?