- Testin My Gangsta (Explicit Album Version) - Explicit Album Version 歌詞 Three 6 Mafia
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- Three 6 Mafia
- I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentleys and Benzs and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em at it
But yall aint got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
Ima keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin world rock
Side to fuckin silence bitch for years and man we still aint stop
Still ridin clean, makin cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please dont try to test us cuz you know well let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldnt try to sound so much like us
Im the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Dont let the shit talkin on them CDs fool you
That aint what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
(Repeat 8x)
Cuz its on now
Nigga yeah its on now
(Repeat 4x)
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga dont you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre -8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro, with your fuckin shirt soaked
Ini- Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow aint a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Dont make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then Im thankin ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
[Verse 4: Juicy-J] ({Yeah Hoe!} repeated threw the verse )
You niggaz be trying to test, I aint no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin fist, my nig, I break the law
I call out a hit my nig, I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig, is all they saw
Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wannarun and shit, its too late now
You shouldnt have been runnin ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!
[Chorus]
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