Thrt (the End) Lyrics - Jay-z

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 

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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-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 

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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 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 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 threatenin' ya, yeah I'm threatenin' 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 

It's a match made in heaven when I 'splay the 7 

Put you on the nigga 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 

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?