
Date of issue: 23.03.2015
Song language: English
Don't Test Me |
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 |
I say y’all motherfuckers ain’t ready |
I’m riding with them 25 bricks in my Chevy |
I tell my nigga «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 nigga slide |
Can’t no nigga 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 nigga is a coward and I takes mine |
They say I’m a product of my project |
It’s, tell a nigga 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 |
As the Den-block hustler, knows as cocaine corner |
Be first-round draft picks, the dope game wants us |
There’s blood in these streets, a couple homies died on me |
But niggas 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 |
Fuck biz, fuck jackas, fuck these scandalous ass hoes |
SK’s, AK’s, AR’s, catacombs |
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 kill you, but I ain’t the one |
Take you tongue, catch yourself, you can speak at your own grave |
Respect a nigga house, and don’t get caught in the wrong safe |
More or less, nigga, watch what you say |
You can kill your morals, like suicidal, but you speak out the day |
And I’m stone-throwing snake, they want to break me |
Tell 'em old plotting-ass niggas «come and face me» |
See, or you’ll never have to chase me |
Put that pistol to your fucking 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 |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Down 4 My N's (Feat. C-Murder And Magic) ft. C-Murder | 1998 |
Down For My Niggaz ft. Snoop Dogg | 2004 |
Ghetto Symphony (Feat. Mia X, Fiend, C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal And Goldie Loc) ft. Goldie Loc, Silkk The Shocker, Mia x | 1998 |
Lifes Hard ft. Big Be, Bloc Boyz Click, C-Murder | 2015 |
Gangsta Walk ft. Snoop Dogg | 2004 |
Gangsta Gangsta ft. C-Murder | 2007 |
Ain't Nut'in Personal ft. Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder | 1997 |
DP Gangsta ft. C-Murder | 1997 |
Won't Let Me Out ft. Akon | 2006 |
Do Your Time ft. Beanie Sigel, Pimp C, C-Murder | 2005 |
One False Move ft. Akon | 2015 |
Meet Me at the Hotel ft. C-Murder | 1998 |
Memories ft. C-Murder | 1998 |
Tank Dogs ft. C-Murder, Fiend | 1998 |
Stressin' ft. C-Murder, Computer | 2006 |
I'm A Soldier ft. Master P, Mia x, Fiend | 2004 |
Just Another Thug ft. C-Murder, Jahbo | 2018 |
Lifes Hard ft. C-Murder, Bo | 2018 |
Camouflage 94-99 ft. C-Murder | 2018 |
Soldiers ft. Mia x, Fiend, Silkk The Shocker | 2004 |