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 sincere And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas 9 or 10 times stop fucking with me I done told you niggas 9 albums, stop fucking with me I done told you niggas The 9 on me, stop fucking with me You niggas must got 9 lives 9th wonder
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 2 tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a unusual musical I conducting You looking 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 ryling 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 goin' be, what? Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but You never had me like Christina Aguiler-why 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 starting 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
[Chorus] I make 'em wait 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 there nigga, nigga I'm wild Nigga I keep trash bags with me Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out 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 fronting, 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 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
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya! Who you thank you dealing with? They call me Chris, 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 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 nigga news, UPN at 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 a grin I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again That's right