Who Sang Testin My Gangsta? Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia Da Unbreakables cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Houston, Willie Hutch
release date: 2003-6-24
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Thug Rap
length: 4:33
I comes 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 ****
They 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 rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this **********in' world rock
Side to ****in' silence ***** for 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 'cause you know we'll let these *****es pop
On you hoes, you haters, you *****z really like us
'cause 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-see-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they want to be down with my team
Don't let the **** 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

Why why'all test my gangsta
These *****es test my gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
'Cause it's on now
***** yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x]

***** 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 buck-shot shells, make your ****ing body smell
I can **** you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
**** me with me, you ****ing with the best
***** so all you ****ing with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for ****ing cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
***** you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your ****in' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a ***** out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed


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

(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse]
You *****z 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 want to run and ****, it's too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown


CD 1
  • 1 They Bout to Find Yo Body
  • 2 Fuck That Shit
  • 3 Wolf Wolf
  • 4 Testin My Gangsta
  • 5 Bin Laden
  • 6 Ridin Spinners
  • 7 Try Somethin
  • 8 Money Didn’t Change Me
  • 9 Ghetto Chick
  • 10 Shake Dat Jelly
  • 11 Let’s Start a Riot
  • 12 Rainbow Colors
  • 13 Like a Pimp (remix)
  • 14 Beatem to da Floor
  • 15 Put Cha D. in Her Mouth
  • 16 Mosh Pit
  • 17 You Scared, Part II
  • 18 Dangerous Posse
  • 19 Outro…