[00:00.00] 作词 : R. Kelly/Shawn Carter/P. Douhit
[00:00.00] 作曲 : R. Kelly/Shawn Carter/P. Douhit
[00:00:00]Yo once a pimp gets threats
[00:02.16]That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them
[00:06.51]And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
[00:09.61]And I, mother****er I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
[00:11.90]Put ya inside the mattress like drug money mother****er
[00:14.06]
[00:14.28]Yeah, I done told you mother****ers
[00:17.13]9 or 10 times stop ****ing with me
[00:20.44]I done told you mother****ers
[00:22.05]9 albums, stop ****ing with me
[00:24.99]I done told you mother****ers
[00:26.43]The 9 on me, stop ****ing with me
[00:29.89]You mother****ers must got 9 lives
[00:33.15]9th wonder
[00:34.68]
[00:34.88]Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
[00:38.14]Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
[00:40.56]I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
[00:42.73]I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
[00:45.46]Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
[00:48.26]the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
[00:51.25]To blow this like a trumpet you dumb mother****er
[00:53.42]This is a un-usual musical I conductin
[00:56.26]You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
[00:59.20]I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
[01:01.90]Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
[01:04.03]For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
[01:06.83]Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
[01:10.13]Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
[01:12.63]I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
[01:15.18]You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
[01:18.16]But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
[01:20.22]Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
[01:23.01]Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
[01:25.41]You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
[01:28.53]I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
[01:30.86]The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
[01:33.48]I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
[01:36.29]**** them body-snatchers, **** you heard what I said
[01:38.83]
[01:39.14]I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
[01:41.69]Put your smarts on the side of your garment
[01:44.40]Mother****er stop ****ing with me
[01:47.08]R. -- I. -- P.
[01:50.23]
[01:50.78]That's right there mother****er, mother****er I'm wild
[01:51.79]Mother****er I keep trash bags with me
[01:55.10]Never know when you gotta dump a mother****er out
[01:57.53]This sin-surr, this some sin-surr b***h right hurr!
[02:00.40]
[02:00.60]Grown man I put hands on you
[02:01.65]I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
[02:04.34]Lay out blueprint plans on you
[02:06.04]We Rat Pack mother****ers, let Sam tap dance on you
[02:08.70]Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
[02:11.24]I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
[02:14.56]Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
[02:16.97]Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
[02:18.82]Front of all you in your car lift up your hood mother****er run it
[02:21.64]Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
[02:24.50]Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
[02:27.16]Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
[02:29.65]Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
[02:32.36]y'all mother****ers is targets
[02:35.01]Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
[02:37.82]in your upper level, valet a couple strays
[02:40.30]from the 38 special, mother****er, God bless you
[02:43.17]
[02:43.40]I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
[02:46.00]Put your smarts on the side of your garment
[02:48.75]Mother****er stop ****ing with me
[02:51.29]R. -- I. -- P.
[02:54.12]
[02:54.31]Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
[02:56.43]Who you thank you dealin with?
[02:58.30]They call me Chris, mother****er I been makin threats
[03:00.00]since I been in kindergarten mother****er!
[03:02.01]Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
[03:04.12]
[03:04.30]When the gun is tucked, untucked, mother****er you dies
[03:06.86]like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
[03:09.60]I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
[03:12.25]No two, no three, no four, know why?
[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]It's a match made in heaven when I *blaow* 'splay the 7
[03:23.47]Put you on the mother****er news, UPN at 11
[03:25.65]Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
[03:28.56]*blaow blaow* that I'm so sin-surr?
[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]Mother****er stop ****ing with me
[03:44.50]R. -- I. -- P.
[03:47.45]
[03:47.67]Whattup? Mother****er I keep three mother****ers what?
[03:50.08]Mother****er I'll throw a Molotov c**ktail through your momma's momma's house
[03:52.94]**** what the - where everybody live!
[03:55.07]Undercover mother****ers take your teeth out your mouth mother****er
[03:57.54]Chew your food up and put the b***h back in your mouth mother****er
[03:59.42]and help you swallow
[04:00.29]Mother****er I take a mop handle off mother****er
[04:03.05]And sweep mother****ers - hold on, I'll be - mother****er what?
[04:05.48]

作词 : R. Kelly/Shawn Carter/P. Douhit
作曲 : R. Kelly/Shawn Carter/P. Douhit
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, mother****er I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money mother****er
Yeah, I done told you mother****ers
9 or 10 times stop ****ing with me
I done told you mother****ers
9 albums, stop ****ing with me
I done told you mother****ers
The 9 on me, stop ****ing with me
You mother****ers 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 mother****er
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
**** them body-snatchers, **** 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
Mother****er stop ****ing with me
R. -- I. -- P.
That's right there mother****er, mother****er I'm wild
Mother****er I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a mother****er out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr b***h 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 mother****ers, 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 mother****er 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 mother****ers 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, mother****er, God bless you
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Mother****er stop ****ing 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, mother****er I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten mother****er!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, mother****er 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 mother****er 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
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Mother****er stop ****ing with me
R. -- I. -- P.
Whattup? Mother****er I keep three mother****ers what?
Mother****er I'll throw a Molotov c**ktail through your momma's momma's house
**** what the - where everybody live!
Undercover mother****ers take your teeth out your mouth mother****er
Chew your food up and put the b***h back in your mouth mother****er
and help you swallow
Mother****er I take a mop handle off mother****er
And sweep mother****ers - hold on, I'll be - mother****er what?