Death Threat

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Some think that I'm a flake, but I'm no fake nigga 'Cause I take a bitch, make him a witch and burn his ass at the stake With the .44 mag', it's so simple, put it to his temple Fuck it! I give a nigga permanent dimples Easin' up on a fast flow, but I'll let your ass know The product's still hot like Tabasco Brand New Heavies on the tracks G Rap on the wax cold bumpin', got motherfuckers doin' jumpin' jacks You motherfuckers lost it! I bake your ass like a cake, and all y'all flakes get frosted 'Cause when G Rap is on the mix Niggas start shittin' bricks and turn into chicks with small dicks So if it's lyrics with a live band (Yo, this shit is funky) No, fuck funky, the shit hits the fan! See, if you're steppin' to my set, you niggas get wet Naw, fuck it! It's just a motherfuckin' death threat [Verse 2] Yeah! I got you bitches on lockdown You niggas get knocked down You're runnin' 'cause I'm gunnin' your block down, punk So save the bitch riff 'cause my four-fifth lifts I'm tossin' stiffs off fuckin' cliffs Can't cope, I got you on scope, you walkin' on thin rope So I'mma shoot 'em up like dope 'Cause to make my notes, I'mma cut throats Bodies are thrown off boats and do a dead man's float Straight down a river Heh! With a bullet inside his motherfuckin' liver Another hooker got thrown out Stepped right into the crossfire and got her brains blown out So you niggas better duck 'Cause when my pump's full of buckshots, I don't give a fuck You think you're down with the murder guys? Bullshit! Say hello to that dirt you're gonna fertilize You wonder why the area stunk? Homicide just found ten bones inside car trunks When they opened the other trunks that was closed Full of five unidentified John Does All found dead on arrival 'Cause I pulled up slowly and made 'em Holy like Bibles They find a letter and cassette Read and said it's just a motherfuckin' death threat [Verse 3] Sendin' bodies to a morgue for a freezin' I got the motherfuckin' finger on a trigger 'cause it's nigga season A punk tried to drop me I left his body sloppy so they can't perform an autopsy Dig a hole for the bitch And put all of his pieces and bits inside a ditch Yo! You don't think you're goin' under? I got a bullet with ya name, ya address, and ya phone number So if you wanna play games I'm blowin' you the fuck out the frame! You tried to front and got murdered last night So now you're floatin' to the motherfuckin' light So I'mma step to your grave and make a toast And start shootin' at your motherfuckin' ghost So may the Lord be wit' ya 'Cause I ain't no saint, and I don't paint no pretty pictures It ain't nothin' but bloodshed Stains of brains on the rug and lead slugs in your head You wanna make me upset? Ha! Then I'mma promise you a motherfuckin' death threat