Testin My Gangsta (Explicit Album Version)

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