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Threat to the Reicho

アーティスト:Jay-Z 

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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 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 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-why 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 Are 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 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 niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you I put the boy in the box like


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