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, ni**a I`ll kill ya, I`ll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money ni**a

Yeah, I done told you ni**az 9 or 10 times stop f**kin` with me
I done told you ni**az 9 albums, stop f**kin` with me
I done told you ni**az the 9 on me, stop f**kin` with me
You ni**az must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

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 s**t
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 rilin` 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
Ni**a them body-snatchers, ni**a you heard what I said

I make `em wait for you `til five in the mornin`
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Ni**a stop f**kin` with me
R I P

That`s right there ni**a, ni**a I`m wild
Ni**a I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a ni**a out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr s**t 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 ni**az, 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 ni**a 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 ni**az 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, ni**a
God bless you

I make `em wait for you `til five in the mornin`
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Ni**a stop f**kin` with me
R I P

Yeah I`m threatenin` ya, yeah I`m threatenin` ya
Who you thank you dealin` with?
They call me Chris, ni**a I been makin` threats
Since I been in kindergarten ni**a
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain`t heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, ni**a 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 `splay the 7
Put you on the ni**a news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you ain`t heard, got the word that I`m
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

I make `em wait for you `til five in the mornin`
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Ni**a stop f**kin` with me
R I P

Whattup? Motherf**ker I keep three motherf**kers what?
Ni**a I`ll throw a Molotov c**ktail
Through your momma`s momma`s house
Ni**a what the, where everybody live

Undercover ni**a take your teeth out your mouth ni**a
Chew your food up and put the s**t back
In your mouth ni**a and help you swallow
Ni**a I take a mop handle off ni**a
And sweep ni**a, hold on, I`ll be ni**a what?