Testin My Gangsta - Explicit Album Version

I come 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 y'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
 I'mma keep on hurting you boys,
 by making this motherfuckin' world rock
 Side to fuckin' side it's been
 twenty 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 bitches pop
 On you hoes, you haters, you niggas 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 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
 Why y'all Test My Gangsta
 These bitches Test My Gangsta
 (Repeat 8x)
 Cuz 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 buckshot shells, make your fuckin' body smell
 I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
 Fuck me with me,
 you fucking with the best and 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 gangsta son
 When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover
 BomBLAY, 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
 Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his clothes
 Come out the trench coat with a sawed-off, and lay me down a ho
 So if you think Scarecrow ain't a gangsta, come and test the water
 You will be the slaughtered, the dearly departed
 Why you niggas 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 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
 You niggas 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 wanna run and shit, it's too late now
 You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
 Bitch!