[radio dial being tuned]

".. we'll have a high of fifty-nine degrees

 with the temperature dropping rapidly towards this evening."

[sounds of thunder and rain]



[Threat]

When it rain it pours, it lightning and it thunders like a storm

and that's when they start transformin

He sent a letter to your favorite Cinderella

Come to find out some fella done broke your umbrella

He brought your name up, to salt your game up

As evil as it seem it's like People's Magazine

The cold as water's homey don't know me

He got my name caught up in the middle of some shit like Monie Love

He even got Cupid lookin stupid

His aarow's too narrow so they break like a toothpick

The ho just told me, she heard it through the grapevine

When she ain't with me, I'm havin a great time

I feel sorry for those that doublecross me

Cause this he say she say got me hot like coffee

By the way snitches get found in ditches

Or Agent Salk might find your ass out

while they fishin offshore.. cause when it rain it pours

and I'm out in the rain..



"Motherfuckin bitches.  I'll smoke that fool."



[Threat]

Players can't trust they neighbors

They all in the Kool-Aid and don't know the flavor

Well this is a A and B conversation

so C-ya, cause I'd rather see ya than be ya

Cause info travel like tumble around ears like Dumbo

and that's the way it go, Captain Save-a-Ho

Why you wanna dirty mack me?

You must need some C-A-P

Shake shake shake shake shake shake and now I'm outside

in my socks, lookin like a bitch on the box

Just when you thought you owned her

You only had a common cold but now you got pneumonia

Testicles freezin like a eskimo's dick

I ain't lyin y'all, Tylenol couldn't do shit

On my back with my hat in need of medicine

and the bitch still won't let us in, I'm out in the rain



"Aiyyo don't worry bout NUTTIN 'til you get up in that motherfucker

then you can SMOKE that bitch!  Aiyyo Threat, yo.

I think she's back there."



[Threat]

So beware of Sir Nose cause he lurks in your home

Even when your ass ain't there he got a chair so

if you come home and all your guests is on the steps it's

better than wakin up with hot grits on your chest so

bone out, go to mom's house and get your NyQuil

Down this shit, it's startin to rain like hail

So dear Mr. Postman, I hope the post office got

half on your motherfuckin coffin when I catch you in the rain.