发布于：2004年
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歌词
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
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
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
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.
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!
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
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.
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
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
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain t heard, got the word that I m
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
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
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?
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
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
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
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.
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!
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
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.
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
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
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain t heard, got the word that I m
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
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
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?
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[03:14.93]Because one s four-five might blow yo high [03:17.49]You ain t gotta go to church to get to know yo God [03:20.42] [03:23.47]Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11 [03:25.65]Where you been, you ain t heard, got the word that I m [03:28.56] [03:31.65]I m especially Joe Pesci with a grin [03:33.67]I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again [03:36.50]That s right [03:37.10] [03:37.47]I make em wait for you til five in the mornin [03:38.94]Put your smarts on the side of your garment [03:41.78]Nigga stop fuckin with me [03:44.50]R. -- I. -- P. [03:47.45] [03:47.67]Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what? [03:50.08]Nigga I ll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma s momma s house [03:52.94]Nigga what the - where everybody live! [03:55.07]Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga [03:57.54]Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga [03:59.42]and help you swallow [04:00.29]Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga [04:03.05]And sweep nigga - hold on, I ll be - nigga what? [04:05.48]
