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Three 6 Mafia

Testin My Gangsta

 

Testin My Gangsta

(albüm: Da Unbreakables - 2003)


[DJ Paul:]
I come from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But y'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'mma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfucking world rock
Side to fucking side it's been twenty years and man we still ain't stop
Still riding clean, making cheese and carrying plastic Glocks
And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggas really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm 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
Don't let the shit talking on them CD's fool you
That ain't 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

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now

Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now

[Lord Infamous:]
Nigga don't 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 buckshot 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 and you also 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 Italians, Mafia gangsta son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover
BomBLAY, 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 fucking shirt soaked
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench coat with a sawed-off, and lay me down a ho
So if you think Scarecrow ain't a gangsta, come and test the water
You will be the slaughtered, the dearly departed

[DJ Paul:]
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now

Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now

[Crunchy Black:]
Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
Don't 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 I'm thanking ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testing me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up

[Juicy-J:]
You niggas be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fucking 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 wanna run and shit, it's too late now
You shouldn't have been running ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!

[DJ Paul:]
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta
Why y'all test my gangsta
These bitches test my gangsta

Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now

Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now

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