[Verse One: Threat]

Tick, tock, you don't, stop

My rhymes got 'em strung like dope, rocks

And now I got a fat enough wallet

To buy a cowboy the {?} plus his dog Spot

Huh, watch it as I drop it

Atomic bomb is better known as the chronic

For ninety-one and ninety-two, I'ma serve

I've got somethin for Officer Bird, see

Ain't no way y'all gon' have me in the mall with no VIN check

Wishin with my hands on the glass like Windex

I gotta have it like a rabbit

So the first bitch that walk up get tossed up like a salad

Tell 'em Bob (what?) you know how we do it loc'

Break they bedpost then get ghost (yeap)

Check they pulse (riight)

And if they pass out, they just ass out



[Verse Two: Threat]

So just stay off my dick nigga

And tell yo' bitch that I wanna put this in her

Strip her ass butt-naked like paint thinner

Cause a nigga ain't nothin but a chicken dinner

So if you got a bitch that try to just play you like a video game

Tell 'em any old thang, yeah

Cause now I got riches, bitches

be knockin on my door like Jehovah Witness, for instance

This one particular hoe.. hum

With her big ol' nigga lookin like Lou Ferrigno

The nigga's pissed off, it's his fault

If he wasn't on my dick he wouldn'ta noticed her lip gloss

Who got an instant replay, he say

niggaz hoppin on and off the bitch like a freeway {*horn*}

She kept her mouth down South..

.. on my fly, kiss her ass goodbye



[Verse Three: Threat]

If it's a bitch what, a one-eighty-seven

Stuck for the homies my ass, and you can tell 'em

Two choices - either the police get'cha

Or the next door neighbor's doberman pinscher

And fuck around, ass be to' up

Lookin like a plain-ass donut

I shoulda known when I was told it was niggaz in a Brougham

holdin walkie-talkie microphones

Why me, a nigga gotta stay sucka free

Jake can't fuck with me

Surround the whole block, a helicopter never stopped a fox

Especially if he's sly

But if you ain't fly

Kiss yo' ass goodbye..

So kiss your ass goodbye