[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?