Don’t Test My Gangster

Lyrics

[Intro: Spice 1] Fetty Chico, Shiznilty Spiceberg  Slim in the buildin' Blaow,  blaow, blaow! You already know! It's less than nothin' Thug World Music Group, Elder Entertainment Yeah,  hahahah We  on one now! Shit y'all done got us started... [Verse 1: Nawfside Outlaw] I  could've been got that nigga, tell me how the fuck you figure? You gon' keep runnin' your mouth over Twitter, we some killas Fuck a rap song, I do this shit for real, ask my hood about it They gon' tell you Old School is a fool ([?]) I  hit dude in the face, and split him to the white meat I promise they don't make niggas like me, I might be A danger to myself and anybody else that want it And you rappin'-ass niggas, I'll be with you in a moment You ain't gangsta, you a puppet, fuck it, you a bitch too! Rappin' 'bout the shit that I really do, so who you? Pissy mothafuckas, I'm a G' you a sucka! Bottom of the barrel niggas, fruity niggas get puckered In public, man, you fuckin' with a diagnosis of P.T.S.D I'm 'bout to split you like a M.R.E An O.G. from the north side by the way of 3rd Ward Churchin' ass nigga, get to prayin' don't wanna [?] [Chorus: Nawfside Outlaw] You don't wanna test my gangsta 'Cause you gon' end up in some danger You don't wanna test my gangsta (You don't wanna...) 'Cause you gon' end up in some danger [Verse 2: Spice 1] Two to the head (blaow, blaow), and one in the ass I'm a (*growling*) beast in the streets and my goons got gas I'm not to be tampered or played or fucked with it I put this gat in your mouth, make it look like you suck dick I'm savage, a predator in the jungle of concrete You niggas is prey, pray I don't find you and dump three Slugs in his ass, see I'm a blast from the past Master at communications mothafucka and cash I'm a disease to these haters like cancer or small pocks Niggas don't understand that they fuckin' with a hard rock Like Alcatraz, I stand alone in the middle of the bay But I shift and shape with the game like I was made out of clay Right upon you like what it do though? Blaow! My fo-fo blasts Mickey Mouse-ass niggas to Pluto But black belt in Gun-Fu, flip niggas like Judo Make a shank and pop eyes and bully niggas like Bluto [Chorus: Nawfside Outlaw] You don't wanna test my gangsta 'Cause you gon' end up in some danger You don't wanna test my gangsta 'Cause you gon' end up in some danger [Verse 3: Snype] It's Mr. Mr Desert Eagle, yo, but you can call me Snype (That's right) I'm the hottest thing you've heard since the muffler on the bike My game tighter than your shoe strings, the left one and the right Got a blood line Pitbull that ain't afraid to fight See I ain't afraid of strike when I have ta Have you walkin' on the other side, next to Casper Floatin' like a butterfly, searchin' for an answer Bow down this shit cock eyed when you come against the master Bolder than the last girl ya temperature is droppin I'm the dude that hammered in the last nail in ya coffin' Time to get it poppin' mind is twisted as a pretzel (Yeah) Fo-fo fill your body full of led just like a pencil You don't want my ass against you 'cause im that type of thug on that Charlie Sheen status I got that tiger blood, so you better pipe your mug Unless you wanna get slit, carved up for thanksgiving And stuffed full of dick, bitches! [Chorus: Nawfside Outlaw] You don't wanna test my gangsta 'Cause you gon' end up in some danger You don't wanna test my gangsta 'Cause you gon' end up in some danger