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Testin My Gangsta (Explicit)
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Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
실연자
Crunchy Black
Crunchy Black
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DJ Paul
DJ Paul
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Juicy J
Juicy J
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Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
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Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
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Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
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Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
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Ricky Dunigan
Ricky Dunigan
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Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
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Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
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DJ Paul
DJ Paul
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Juicy J
Juicy J
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James Cruz
James Cruz
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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 hurtin' you boys, by makin' this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop We still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carryin' 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 niggaz really like us 'Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the KING of that MPHMS HCP, to the END, 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 Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a livin' Hell? And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck shot shells, make your fuckin' body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to what you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fuckin' with the best So 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, gangstas son When you see me comin', better run for fuckin' cover bum Blite, AK, SK, .44, Tre8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away So bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut throat End up on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked Ini, mini, miny, mo, blow a nigga 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 deslaughtered, the dearly departed Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta Why you niggaz 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 nothin' from me, but gangsta love No testin' me my nigga, have you layin' in blood Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up You niggaz 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 ya 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 a have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown Bitch Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now) Why y'all testin' my gangsta? ('Cuz it's on now) These bitches testin' my gangsta (Nigga, yeah, it's on now)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Willie Hutch, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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