A.L. - Don't Test Me lyrics

[Intro] Murda, true, blow, yeah, you hear me? [Hook] Trying to rob me, dog, I'ma knock you off Let that pistol cough, don't test me, foe I'm a real one dog, a drug dealer, uh Don't make me steal a cup, just let me peel this [?] Trying to rob me, dog, I'ma knock you off Let that pistol cough, don't test me, foe I'm a real one dog, a drug dealer, uh Don't make me steal a cup, just let me deal this drug [Verse 1] I say y'all motherf**ers ain't ready I'm riding with them 25 bricks in my Chevy I tell my n***a "meet me in the east by the levy" It's heavy, a duffel bag full of get ready I'm deadly, bust a head, now send me to my celly I'm in the belly, sometimes I feel like I'm Makaveli I'm crucified, boy, bleed from my belly I'm high, homie, put some fee in for that smelly My only words to the sky is "Lord, let me die" If I'm survive, I'm gon' ride, can't no n***a slide Can't no n***a hide, boy I'm crazy, they gon' pay for mine Waistline, tech nine, I hit waist and spine, boy Money I'ma make mine, a broke n***a is a coward and I takes mine They say I'm a product of my project It's [?], tell a n***a push my top back But I don't there, your bullets might bounce back I'm bulletproof, boy, don't die for a ounce of crack But I don't there, your bullets might bounce back I'm bulletproof, boy, don't die for a ounce of crack [Hook] [Verse 2: Al] As the Den-block hustler, knows as c**aine corner Be first-round draft picks, the dope game wants us There's blood in these streets, a couple homies died on me But n***as still got heat, so we still grind on 'em Trying to move a couple zips, watch 'em do a couple flips Blue steel, rubber grips, bread sales [?] tips If angels pull triggers, hammers hit pens Kings hit the cells, then bullets start to spin The gun it extends, and the barrel throw flames You should never rob a black boy, we pop that thing f** biz, f** jackas, f** these scandalous a** hoes SK's, AK's, AR's, catacombs [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Be] We done beating the window, flame matching the tempo Flames dancing [?], with the front-end of my reload Rigging and frustrated, blow what I come I don't want to k** you, but I ain't the one Take you tongue, catch yourself, you can speak at your own grave Respect a n***a house, and don't get caught in the wrong safe More or less, n***a, watch what you say You can k** your morals, like suicidal, but you speak out the day And I'm [?] stone-throwing snake, they want to brake me Tell 'em old plotting-a** n***as "come and face me" See [?], or you'll never have to chase me Put that pistol to your f**ing mouth, until you taste it I'm waist-deep, violent waters, running in ocean wars We ain't skipping, shots tired, right outside your door Knock on your window, like, "you gon' rob who?" Bow-bow-bow! Never land, never do [Hook]