Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Threat de - Jay-Z. Fecha de lanzamiento: 24.10.2007
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Threat |
| i done told you niggas 9, 10 times stop fuckin wit me… |
| i done told you niggas 9 albums stop fuckin wit me… |
| i done told you niggas i got the 9 on me stop fuckin wit me… |
| you niggas must got 9 lives… 9th wonder… |
| i put that knife in ya… take little bit of life from ya |
| am i frightenin ya? shall i continue? |
| i put that gun to ya, i let it sing you a song |
| i let it hum to you, the other one sing along |
| now it’s a duet and you wet when you check out |
| the tech-nique, from the two teks and i only need two lips |
| to blow just like a trumpet you dumb shit… |
| this is a unusual musical i conductor |
| you looking at the black warren buffet so all critics could duck sick… |
| i don’t care if you c. dolores tucker or you bill o’reilly |
| you only riling me up… for 3 years they had me peeing out of a cup |
| now they 'bout to free me up what you 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-ey |
| but catch me down the west side driving like halle berry, |
| on the F.D.R. 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’re 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 |
| i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning… |
| put your smarts on the side of your garment… |
| nigga stop fuckin wit me… |
| R… I… P… |
| grown man i put hands on you, |
| i dig a hole in the desert then build the sands on you, |
| lay out blue print plans on you |
| we rat pack niggas let sam tap dance on you then |
| i’ll sinatra shot ya goddamn you |
| i’ll put the boy in the box |
| like david blaine let the audience watch it ain’t a thang… |
| y’all wish it was frontin i george bush the button, |
| for the oil 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 ya don’t want none 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… |
| i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning… |
| put your smarts on the side of your garment… |
| nigga stop fuckin wit me… |
| R… I… P… |
| when the gun is tucked un-tucked nigga you die |
| it’s like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I |
| i’m the one thus meaning no one must try |
| no 2 no 3 no 4 know why? |
| because one’s 4−5 might blow your high |
| you ain’t gotta go to church you get to know yo' God, |
| it’s a match made in heaven when i (POP) play the seven |
| put you on the nigga news UPN and eleven… |
| where you been you ain’t heard, got the word that i’m (POP POP) |
| that i’m so sincerrrre… |
| i’m especially joe pesci wit' it friend |
| i will kill you commit suicide and kill you again… |
| i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning… |
| put your smarts on the side of your garment… |
| nigga stop fuckin wit me… |
| R… I… P… |