[Intro]. 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 nigga I'll kill ya I'll chop ya up. Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga. [Jay-Z]. Yeah I done told you niggaz. 9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me. I done told you niggaz. 9 albums stop fuckin with me. I done told you niggaz. The 9 on me stop fuckin with me. You niggaz must got 9 lives. 9th wonder. [Verse One]. 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 shit. 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 rylin 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 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 talkin 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.. [Interlude]. 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 sin-surr this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!. [Verse Two]. 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 niggaz 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 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 nuttin of it. Like castor oil I Castor Troy you. Change your face or the bullets change all that for you. ... y'all niggaz 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. [Chorus]. [Interlude]. Yeah I'm threatening ya YEAH I'm threatening ya!. Who you thank you dealin with?. They call me Chris nigga I been makin threats. since I been in kindergarten nigga!. Huh ask about me see if you ain't heard. [Verse Three]. When the gun is tucked untucked nigga 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 [blaow] '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. [blaow blaow] that I'm so sin-surr?. I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin. I will kill you commit suicide and kill you again. That's right. [Chorus]. [Outro]. Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?. Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house. Nigga what the - where everybody live!. Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga. 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 nigga - hold on I'll be - nigga what?