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 mother****in' world rock
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic Glocks
On you hoes, you haters, you niggas really like us
Cuz if you faggots didn't, 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
Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
Empty all the buckshot shells, make your ****in' body smell
I can **** you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
**** me with me, you ****ing with the best and you also ****in' 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 ****ing 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 ****in' 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 y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
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
({Yeah Ho!} repeated threw the verse)
You niggas be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my ****in' 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!
Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:17.13][Verse 1: DJ Paul]
[00:23.71]They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
[00:27.12]They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
[00:30.32]But y'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
[00:33.98]I'mma keep on hurting you boys, by making this mother****in' world rock
[00:40.70]Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic Glocks
[00:47.43]On you hoes, you haters, you niggas really like us
[00:50.56]Cuz if you faggots didn't, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
[00:53.99]I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis)
[00:57.32]H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
[01:00.58]Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
[01:03.87]Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
[01:06.17]That ain't what they really mean
[01:07.89]The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
[01:14.82][Chorus: DJ Paul]
[01:15.16]Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
[01:28.21]Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
[01:41.31][Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
[01:41.82]Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
[01:48.25]Empty all the buckshot shells, make your ****in' body smell
[01:51.73]I can **** you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
[01:54.91]**** me with me, you ****ing with the best and you also ****in' with the wrong one
[01:58.32]I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun blow out ya lungs
[02:01.86]Like them old Italians, Mafia gangsta son
[02:05.06]When you see me coming, better run for ****ing cover
[02:08.47]BomBLAY, AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
[02:12.15]This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
[02:15.23]Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
[02:18.57]And ya on the ground bro', with your ****in' shirt soaked
[02:21.83]Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his clothes
[02:25.35]Come out the trench coat with a sawed-off, and lay me down a ho
[02:28.70]So if you think Scarecrow ain't a gangsta, come and test the water
[02:31.93]You will be the slaughtered, the dearly departed
[02:35.11][Chorus: DJ Paul]
[02:35.77]Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
[02:49.10]Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
[03:02.23][Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
[03:02.99]Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
[03:06.03]Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya
[03:09.15]Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
[03:12.29]Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
[03:16.16]Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
[03:19.42]Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
[03:22.78]No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood
[03:26.08]Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
[03:29.52][Verse 4: Juicy-J] ({Yeah Ho!} repeated threw the verse)
[03:30.26]You niggas be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
[03:32.90]I squeeze my ****in' fist, my nig', I break the law
[03:36.34]I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall
[03:39.70]The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw
[03:43.10]'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
[03:46.44]A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
[03:49.76]I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now
[03:53.04]You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown,Bitch!
[03:57.20][Chorus: DJ Paul]
[03:57.60]Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
[04:10.24]Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
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 mother****in' world rock
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic Glocks
On you hoes, you haters, you niggas really like us
Cuz if you faggots didn't, 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
Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
Empty all the buckshot shells, make your ****in' body smell
I can **** you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
**** me with me, you ****ing with the best and you also ****in' 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 ****ing 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 ****in' 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 y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
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
({Yeah Ho!} repeated threw the verse)
You niggas be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my ****in' 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!
Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:17.13][Verse 1: DJ Paul]
[00:23.71]They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
[00:27.12]They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
[00:30.32]But y'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
[00:33.98]I'mma keep on hurting you boys, by making this mother****in' world rock
[00:40.70]Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic Glocks
[00:47.43]On you hoes, you haters, you niggas really like us
[00:50.56]Cuz if you faggots didn't, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
[00:53.99]I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis)
[00:57.32]H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
[01:00.58]Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
[01:03.87]Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
[01:06.17]That ain't what they really mean
[01:07.89]The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
[01:14.82][Chorus: DJ Paul]
[01:15.16]Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
[01:28.21]Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
[01:41.31][Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
[01:41.82]Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
[01:48.25]Empty all the buckshot shells, make your ****in' body smell
[01:51.73]I can **** you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
[01:54.91]**** me with me, you ****ing with the best and you also ****in' with the wrong one
[01:58.32]I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun blow out ya lungs
[02:01.86]Like them old Italians, Mafia gangsta son
[02:05.06]When you see me coming, better run for ****ing cover
[02:08.47]BomBLAY, AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
[02:12.15]This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
[02:15.23]Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
[02:18.57]And ya on the ground bro', with your ****in' shirt soaked
[02:21.83]Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his clothes
[02:25.35]Come out the trench coat with a sawed-off, and lay me down a ho
[02:28.70]So if you think Scarecrow ain't a gangsta, come and test the water
[02:31.93]You will be the slaughtered, the dearly departed
[02:35.11][Chorus: DJ Paul]
[02:35.77]Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
[02:49.10]Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
[03:02.23][Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
[03:02.99]Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
[03:06.03]Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya
[03:09.15]Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
[03:12.29]Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
[03:16.16]Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
[03:19.42]Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
[03:22.78]No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood
[03:26.08]Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
[03:29.52][Verse 4: Juicy-J] ({Yeah Ho!} repeated threw the verse)
[03:30.26]You niggas be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
[03:32.90]I squeeze my ****in' fist, my nig', I break the law
[03:36.34]I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall
[03:39.70]The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw
[03:43.10]'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
[03:46.44]A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
[03:49.76]I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now
[03:53.04]You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown,Bitch!
[03:57.20][Chorus: DJ Paul]
[03:57.60]Why y'all Test My Gangsta,These bitches Test My Gangsta
[04:10.24]Cuz it's on now,Nigga yeah it's on now
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against God and ever...
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you better have my dough
Lik...
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 f...
Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - her...
Roll with it
Roll with it (Oh Yeah)
You've got to roll with it
If you ever feel
Like no one cares
When you try your best
But you get no where
Don't gi...
Who Run It （Explicit）-Three 6Mafia
Written by ：Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston/Thomas Bell/William Alexander Hart
Who run it
Who run it
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