Текст песни Testin My Gangsta - Explicit Album Version - Three 6 Mafia
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
motherfuckin'
world
rock
Side
to
fuckin'
side
it's
been
Twenty
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
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
talkin'
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
(Repeat
8x)
Cuz
it's
on
now
Nigga
yeah
it's
on
now
(Repeat
4x)
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
fuckin'
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
fuckin'
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
fuckin'
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
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
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
You
niggas
be
trying
to
test,
I
ain't
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
wanna
run
and
shit,
it's
too
late
now
You
shouldn't
have
been
runnin'
ya
lip,
to
make
me
clown
Bitch!
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2 Ridin Spinners - Explicit Album Version
3 Late Nite Tip
4 Tear Da Club Up '97
5 Hit a Muthafucka
6 Slob on My Nob
7 Who Run It
8 Azz & Tittiez
9 Squeeze It - Explicit Album Version
10 Hypnotize Cash Money
11 2-Way Freak (feat. La Chat)
12 Baby Mama (feat. La Chat)
13 Put Ya Signs
14 Tongue Ring
15 Let Me Hit That
16 Don't Turn Around
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