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I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and and they hate the shit
They try to come up us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz like us
'cause if you us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they to be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them fool you
That what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so in they faces when you play us
And how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement

Why why'all test my
These bitches test my
8x]
'Cause on now
Nigga it's on now
4x]

Nigga you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body
I can you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking the best
so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the gun, got a millimeter gun
out ya lungs
Like old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44,
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and the waters
You be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you want to test my gangsta?
Don't make a run up and shank ya
Or put some in yo shit and sank ya
Or you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya
Get nothing me, but gangsta love
No me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I no slouch
I squeeze my fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all saw
'Fo yo ugly was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya want to run and shit, too late now
You shouldn't have runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!