D.J. Paul - Don't Test Me lyrics

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D.J. Paul - Don't Test Me lyrics

[Verse 1] It ain't no love for them b**hes it ain't no love to gangs Steppin' on top pimpin' I'm never slippin' I'm just controllin' your brain I gotta make my cheese, got bosses Stealin' k**in' at will real for the hustlers See the life I live, caps must be peeled Cause the streets are filled with bustas Not broke wit the gat in my lap, cuz there's money to makin' these b**hes are breakin' The n***as they dyin' before they get grown Where half the time, these bullets will take they dome So I sleep with the chrome, When I'm in that zone Or fry that light green, big blunts be blown We livin' up in a big mansion diggin' on b**hes as my condom caught the nut, I use two, cuz we f**in' on some p**y ho Cal. I brought, but I got it on safety I'm 'bout to watch out for these b**hes Cause they quick to put a click, b**h can't fade this Skinny Pimp my name, We stick up We serving up b**hes on your curb, we hurting, murdering b**hes that cross out the family hoe ain't nothing changed This course is out for them hoes that wanna run the track s** and rise these co*ks b**h and recognize a real mack [Hook] 2x I'm true to the sh** that I speak, Don't test me I sweep the ground from your feet I don't trust me f** a straitjacket them fools put me in a straittrench A psycho at large I'm not from Earth I'm from Mars b**h [Verse 2] Players what you hitting for, I'm co*king my pistol They hits the floor Don't look at me trick cuz I take your life I'm steady tryin' to make that cash flow Now gimme the dope then I run out the door Headin' to my hoopie thang I'm close to the liquor store, im fiending for tanqueray So I falls in mane Cameras takin' my mugshots Im co*king my Glock, then I point then pop Tanqueray,Alize, Hennessy, pressing it quick Before they a** drop Skinny Pimp in the trench coat ball headed with a leather hat pimpin' n robbin' I might wanna jet then went to the hideout switchin' my gats Smokin' a sack to the bong, body numb from the fry stick I swang n bang thru the projects checkin' my trap my stable just breaking them tricks Poppin' these cones with the crooked thangs Counterfeit money boy takin' your yay Robbin his funny, I'll spare your life Robbin' is funny, But I still pray Them fools talkin' 'bout they go touch me They can't touch me I must touch them first Attach a bomb under the muffler, BOOM! They family finna be rolling in a hearse They can't see me like three, time up Things like that, gotta roll wit the mafia Bullets lead, better duck, got life f**ed up, I'm so serious [Hook] I'm true to the sh** that I spit Don't test me I sweep the ground From your feet I don't trust me f** a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench A psycho at large I'm not from earth I'm from mars b**h [Verse 3] You see I'm comin' out with this pimpin' sh** to Keep you n***as hip The pimpin' never dies haters got me loading a clip Better yet, I gotta watch my back Cuz some of these n***as jackin' I make that paper But now I prepared for a s**er That start with the .45 bodyshaker Tossing up your block with the Glock They gon face satan, cus I don't care North Memphis, once I heard them echoes Throw your sets in da air Here we go with the thrust it's a must when we bust to f** you up b**h fall up off of us, buckshot shells they spread on his face,fall on his back, his eyes was open, he dying, he crying, he tryna survive. I'm buckin n dumpin' the gauge, the scope, I'm chunkin that b**h Ain't no evidence leavin' no fingerprints I got birds in my trunk, if you whoop me, I ain't worried sh**t I chief to release pimpin in so many forms Pimpin' gotta get about my hustlin' day by day them wraps, I'm smokin' one I been woke since the day before yesterday Ho don't make me mad b**h you're p**y funky' uh uh you better have some cash [Hook] I'm true to the sh** that I spit Don't test me I sweep the ground From your feet I don't trust me f** a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench A psycho at large I'm not from earth I'm from mars b**h