Terrorist Threats (feat. Danny Brown & Jhene Aiko) - Ab-Soul

They don't play with them 'cause we don't play at all We lay the law hell I'm taping off when niggas break you off I'm strapping off Ain't no taking losses we gonna take it there Double fisting get there up on niggas am gonna blaze a pair We run the street checking with the team it ain't safe out here Touching killer city more like hey get that k out there Fuck it all fuck baby hands I just fucked a homie bitch Body never set the time, just like the way they roll it here Boy you been aloft again, know they know what load you in I can't hold your hand, you better blow your blam Watch how I yoke the lamb I got the codes as clam And if 40 jam up cock back, better blow again Boy you been aloft again, know they know what load you in I can't hold your hand, you better blow your blam Watch how I yoke the lamb I got the codes as clam And if 40 jam up cock back, better blow again It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like want stripper It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like want stripper It's a hundred for sad song, they want like 750 for the pole My little dog just hit me and he needed 750 for the pole Gt with the 63 ok that's 750 shit ooh I spin a drip penny on a toss, I make a bitch gimme what she owes I am in a deep weather on the beat you know it's hella shit on this flow Wrist wear going back 'cause I'm getting hella shit on my dough He got his DVD last week blood I can tell that this nigga going broke But he froze up on a drill when I try to tell you niggas on a low Keep the dough locked in dove spot I got the Fed's chop and the love seat If you do not stop for your gang members, you don't love me You never frontline a gang war, how are you above me I am who they call when it gets funky Even I tell you the one brunny man Nigga crash dummy, just wreck the suckers lucky Get a nigga wack no cap fuck up in sterling Had a double back in a double cabin nigga you know I will fuck at the mud See the little nigga that we robbing you know they be doing his doggy It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like we want stripper It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like we want stripper

We can have a rendezvous Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two I know you're used to niggas running game But I ain't playing games Trying to introduce you to my last name Let's get acquainted Let me be your fiend, you be my nicotine I'm 'bout to take a hit, shit Damn, start a fam Take you to the crib, show you how I live Need you by my side, you could be my rib Your friends messy, baby, I could be your bib Fool for your love My pretty angel, you came from above My little ghetto dove Hold me down and I could take us up You that nigga, you that nigga Real go-getter and I'm that bitch So you better come get her You that nigga, you that nigga Real go-getter and I'm that bitch So you better come get her She wonder where we're going next Want a rider if you know what's best I can be your iron knight and you I will protect Inhale your love and let our souls connect Go deep inside Steal your heart, take away your pride Can see it in your eyes The way a gangsta got you smiling took you by surprise Got me smiling too No waiter, girl, you are the menu My number one fan, you are the venue Fuck show money, rather you're my revenue Smoke a blunt or two Gaze at the stars, keep us hypnotized Reach for the sky I could take you to the top, I hope you do comply You that nigga, you that nigga Real go-getter and I'm that bitch So you better come get her You that nigga, you that nigga Real go-getter and I'm that bitch So you better come get her We can have a rendezvous Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two Later on, shit, let's see what it do Been chasing you for a while, let's end the pursuit Lock you down and throw away the key My new life the only place for you to be Glad you chose a G I can be your dreams and fulfill your fantasy You that nigga, you that nigga Real go-getter and I'm that bitch So you better come get her You that nigga, you that nigga Real go-getter and I'm that bitch So you better come get her

(Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance (Ayy) Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look) Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real) These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh) I was ten-and-two on Central Tryna make my dream come true (I was) Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh) I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact) Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh) Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah) I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah) Was a fade away from banging the ECC The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Get up off your ass Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah) Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) Gotta go hard in the paint Gotta night-ride when they call it a day All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah) We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Yeah, ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up You know that the flow is nuclear Since the moment of birth, I was chosen My soul had a glow that was blinding them all The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them That was the origin Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his Snap G, word to Tricky T Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk That's where I was raised Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it 'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat Grandma made a name this big Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats Creating waves with the sound I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes Grabbed the mic and never put it down Soon as he hit record, I transformed I was now a god in man form I was no longer me, but much more Close my eyes and I swear to God I see fans in the stands demand an encore Standing up with they hands up Henceforth, I stole the show, yo The moment I open my eyes, I committed Pun intended, I was sold Wait for it, Soul! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!