文本歌词

Testin My Gangsta - Three 6 Mafia
I comes 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 sh*t
They try to come up over us
The radio even help em＇ at it
But yall ain＇t got no flows
So hang it up you silly rabbits
I＇ma keep on hurting you boys
By making this motherf**kin＇ world rock
Side to f**kin＇ silence b**ch for
Years and man we still ain＇t stop
Still ridin＇ clean makin＇ cheese
And carrying plastic glocks
And please don＇t try to test us
Cuz you know we＇ll let these b**ches pop
On you hoes you haters
You niggaz 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 sh*t talkin＇
On them CD＇s fool you
That ain＇t what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so l
Ook in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look
And watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Ni**a
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These b**ches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it＇s on now
Bank Head it＇s on now
Ni**a 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 buck-shot shells
Make your f**king body smell
I can f**k you up somewhere
To where you were they cannot tell
F**k me with me you f**king with the best
Ni**a so all you f**king 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 f**king cover bum
(BLITE ) AK SK 44 Tre-8
This body kinda heavy D O A air away
B**ch you better take notes
＇fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro＇
With your f**kin＇ shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Blow a ni**a out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off
And lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain＇t
A gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered
The dearly departed
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta
Don＇t make a ni**a run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo sh*t and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself
And then I＇m thankin＇ ya
Throw tile over round
Your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me
But gangsta love
No testin＇ me my ni**a
Have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave cut ya b**ch a** up
(Yeah Hoe )
You niggaz be trying to test
I ain＇t no slouch
I squeeze my f**kin＇ 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 sh*t it＇s too late now
You shouldn＇t have been
Runnin＇ ya lip to make me clown
B**ch