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I comes from a city where they love to hate, on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they the shit
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
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' and carrying plastic glocks
And please try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these bitches 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 K-I-N-G of that (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others be less
Come prepared, man I they want to be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's you
ain't what they really mean
The can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and they jaw drop to the pavement

Why test my gangsta
These test my gangsta
8x]
'Cause on now
yeah it's on now
4x]

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

Why you want to test my gangsta?
make a nigga 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 round your throat and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

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