Three 6 Mafia
Testin My Gangsta dainos žodžiai
[DJ Paul Talking]
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
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 shit
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 bitch 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 'cause you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
'cause 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 [Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
'cause it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: 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 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
Nigga so all you f**king with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim
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 shit
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 bitch 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 'cause you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
'cause 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 [Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
'cause it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: 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 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
Nigga so all you f**king with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim
