Threat
Jay-Z And Pete Rock Lyrics

Yo once a pimp gets threats
When a person who controls others for financial gain receives warnings or intimidations

That's right, that's the, the that's, that's threats them
Indeed, those are the actual messages of intimidation or harm towards the person

And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere
And I am genuinely committed to protecting my interests and will act accordingly

And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
And I, my friend, will cause your demise and dismember your body

Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Place your remains inside a mattress, much like hiding illegal money

Yeah, I done told you niggas
Yes, I have previously warned you individuals

9 or 10 times stop fucking with me
On numerous occasions, I have requested you to cease engaging with me

9 albums, stop fucking with me
After releasing nine music albums, I advise you to no longer provoke me

The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
I carry a firearm, referred to as a '9', and I implore you to discontinue your antagonistic actions

You niggas must got 9 lives
You individuals seem to have multiple lives, much like the mythological idea of nine lives

9th wonder
A reference to the producer and rapper 9th Wonder, highlighting the theme of nines in this verse

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Stabbing you with a knife, extracting a small portion of your life force

Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
Am I instilling fear in you? Should I persist with my menacing behavior?

I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I point a gun at you, letting its sound serenade you

I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
I let it buzz or vibrate to you, while the other gun harmonizes

Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
Now it becomes a musical duet, and you become scared or wet your pants when you expire

The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
Using the skillful technique of the two firearms, and I don't require two mouths

To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
To make the gun discharge like a trumpet, you foolish individual

This is an unusual musical I conductin'
This is an extraordinary symphony I am orchestrating

You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
You are witnessing a financially successful black individual, causing critics to retreat

I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
I am not concerned about your attempts to suppress me as if you were C. Delores Tucker

Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only riling me up
Or if you are Bill O'Reilly, your actions only provoke me further

For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
For three years, I was subjected to drug testing by urinating in a cup

Now they bout to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Now they are about to release me from confinement, what do you imagine I will become, what?

Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
Even after being supposedly reformed, I still harbor feelings of animosity

I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
Being a young, wealthy Black individual, they desire to exploit or expose me, yet

You never had me like Christina Aguiler-why
You never possessed control over me as Christina Aguilera explains—why would you think so?

But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
But apprehend me on the west side, driving recklessly like Halle Berry

Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Or on the FDR highway, situated in the driver's seat of my vehicle

Screaming out the sunroof death to y'all
Shouting from the open roof of the car, expressing a wish for death upon all of you

You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
You cannot eliminate me, my essence lives eternally through these lyrics

I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
I unleash the aggressive individuals on you, I establish a monetary value on your life

The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like bread
The entire neighborhood will desire your demise, as you become akin to being worth money

I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
I instruct those associates to go after you, I am not referring to federal authorities

Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
Those individuals specialize in removing corpses, you understand my intentions

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
I make people anticipate your arrival until five o'clock in the morning

Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Make sure to display your intelligence or cleverness discreetly

Nigga stop fuckin with me
Individual, cease engaging in any provocative actions with me

R.I.P.
Rest in peace, an expression to signify permanent retirement from causing trouble

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Indeed, my friend, I possess a wild and unruly nature

Nigga I keep trash bags with me
I always carry trash bags with me

Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
You never know when you will have to dispose of a person

This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!
This is genuine, this is an example of sincerity here!

Grown man I put hands on you
As an adult, I will physically assault you

I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
I excavate a burial site in the desert, where they construct a resort hotel called The Sands over your remains

Lay out blueprint plans on you
I carefully design detailed plans for your demise

We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
We, a group of like-minded individuals, emulate the Rat Pack entertainers and have Sam, a reference to Sammy Davis Jr., perform a tap dance on your lifeless body

Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
Then, I, similar to Frank Sinatra, shoot you—damn you

I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
I confine you, like David Blaine encloses himself in a box as a magic trick

Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Allow the spectators to observe, it is of no consequence

Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
You all hope I am pretending, but I push the button similar to George Bush in a metaphorical sense

Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
In front of all of you in your vehicles, raise the hood and surrender your belongings, my friend

Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Then raise the entirety of your vehicle's hood, as if there was oil beneath it

Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it
I possess the valuable items, which none of you desire to obtain

Like, Castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Similar to the effect of Castor oil, I metaphorically transform you like Castor Troy, a fictional character

Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
Either alter your appearance or the bullets will cause irreversible changes

Y'all niggas is targets
You individuals are the intended victims

Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
Your bodies will serve as the location for bullets, so please do not force me to take action

In your upper level, valet a couple strays
Inside your upper living space, encounter a few stray bullets

From the 38 special, nigga, God bless you
Fired from the .38 caliber revolver, my friend, may God protect you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Yes, I am issuing threats towards you, YES, I am making threats towards you!

Who you thank you dealing with?
Who do you believe you are engaging with?

They call me Chris, nigga I been making threats
They refer to me as Chris, my friend, I have been issuing threats

Since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Ever since my time in kindergarten, my friend!

Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
Huh, inquire about my reputation, verify if you have not already heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
When the gun is concealed, then revealed, my friend, you will meet your demise

Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
Similar to nunchaku wielded by the martial artist Jet Li

I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
I am the dominant figure, therefore, no one should attempt to challenge me

No two, no three, no four, know why?
Not a pair, not a trio, not a quartet, do you understand why?

Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
Because one person's .45 caliber firearm may ruin your euphoric state

You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
You do not have to attend church to become familiar with your higher power

It's a match made in heaven when I 'splay the 7
It is a perfect combination when I skillfully handle the weapon

Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
I will make the news with your demise, airing on UPN at eleven o'clock

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
Where have you been, why haven't you heard, the word has spread that I am

That I'm so sincere?
That I am genuinely earnest or heartfelt?

I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I am particularly akin to Joe Pesci, wearing a smile

I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
I will cause your death, take my own life, and then kill you once more

That's right
Indeed, that is correct

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
I make people anticipate your arrival until five o'clock in the morning

Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Make sure to display your intelligence or cleverness discreetly

Nigga stop fuckin with me
Individual, cease engaging in any provocative actions with me

R.I.P.
Rest in peace, an expression to signify permanent retirement from causing trouble