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three 6 mafia - testin' my gangsta كلمات الأغنية

[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 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-ckin’ world rock
side to f-ckin’ silence b-tch 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-tches pop
on you hoes, you haters, you n-gg-z 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 look in they faces when you play us
and watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
n-gg-

[chorus: dj paul]
why yall test my gangsta
these b-tches test my gangsta
[repeat 8x]
cuz it’s on now
n-gg- yeah it’s on now
[repeat 4x]

[verse 2: lord infamous]
n-gg- don’t you know that lord can make your life a living h-ll
and i mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
empty all the buck-shot sh-lls, make your f-cking body smell
i can f-ck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
f-ck me with me, you f-cking with the best
n-gg- so all you f-cking 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-cking cover b-m
(blite!) ak, sk, .44, tre-8
this body kinda heavy, d.o.a., air away
b-tch you better take notes, ‘fo you end up cut-throat
and ya on the ground bro’, with your f-ckin’ shirt soaked
ini-mini-miny-mo, blow a n-gg- 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]

[verse 3: crunchy black]
why you n-gg-z wanna test my gangsta?
don’t make a n-gg- 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 n-gg-, have you laying in blood
or dig you a grave, cut ya b-tch -ss up

[verse 4: juicy-j]
(yeah hoe!) [repeated throw the verse]
you n-gg-z be trying to test, i ain’t no slouch
i squeeze my f-ckin’ fist, my nig’, i break the law
i call out a hit my nig’, i make the fall
the handle with the bl–dy 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-tch!

[chorus]

- three 6 mafia

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