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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 hate the shit
try to come up over 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 motherfuckin' rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these pop
On you hoes, you haters, you really like us
if you thank 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, others be less
Come prepared, man I swear they want to be with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's you
That ain't they really mean
The truth can so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and 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 don't you know that Lord can make your life a living
And I mean that literally, the place demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot
Fuck me me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the one
I hit you with 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 body heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt
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 be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

Why you want to test my gangsta?
Don't 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 over your throat and drag ya 'cause
Get nothing from me, but love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in
Or dig you a grave, cut ya ass up

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