Testin My Gangsta Lyrics - Da Unbreakables - 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 shit 

They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it 

But why'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits 

I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock 

Side to fuckin' 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-see-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less 

Come prepared, man I swear they want to 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:] 

Why why'all test my gangsta 

These bitches test my gangsta 

[Repeat 8x] 

'Cause 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 buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell 

I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell 

Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best 

Nigga so all you fucking 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 fucking cover bum 

(BLITE!) 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 

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 de-slaughtered, the dearly departed 

[Chorus:] 

Why you niggaz want to 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 'cause 

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 

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse] 

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 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 want to run and shit, it's too late now 

You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown 

Bitch! 

[Chorus:]