Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Test Me, artist - Kingpin Skinny Pimp. Album song King of da Playaz Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Don't Test Me |
It ain’t no love for them bitches, 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' killin' at will real for the hustlers |
See the life I live, caps must be peeled |
Cause the streets is filled with bustas |
I’m runnin' the lap wit the gat in my lap, cuz there’s money to makin' these |
bitches are breakin' |
The niggas 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 bitches as my condom caught the nut, |
I use two, cuz we fuckin' on some pussy ho |
Cal. |
I brought, but I got it on safety |
I’m 'bout to watch out for these bitches |
Cause they quick to put a click, bitch can’t fade this |
Skinny Pimp my name, We stick up |
We serving up bitches on your curb, we hurting, murdering bitches that cross |
out the family hoe ain’t nothing changed |
This course is out for them hoes that wanna run the track |
Summarize this (?) bitch and recognize a real mack |
I’m true to the shit that I speak, Don’t test me |
I sweep the ground from your feet I don’t trust me |
Fuck a straitjacket them fools put me in a straittrench |
A psycho at large I’m not from Earth I’m from Mars bitch |
Players what you hitting for, I’m cocking 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 cocking my Glock, then I point it, it pops |
Tanqueray, Alize, Hennessy, pressing it quick |
Before they ass drop |
Skinny Pimp in the trench coat baldheaded 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 fucked up, I’m so serious |
I’m true to the shit that I spit Don’t test me |
I sweep the ground From your feet I don’t trust me |
Fuck a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench |
A psycho at large I’m not from earth I’m from mars bitch |
You see I’m comin' out with this pimpin' shit to |
Keep you niggas hip |
The pimpin' never dies haters got me loading a clip |
Better yet, I gotta watch my back |
Cuz some of these niggas jackin' |
I make that paper |
But now I prepared for a sucker |
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 fuck you up |
Bitch 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 bitch |
Ain’t no evidence leavin' no fingerprints |
I got birds in my trunk, if you whoop me, I ain’t worried shitt |
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 |
Bitch you’re pussy funky' uh uh you better have some cash |
I’m true to the shit that I spit Don’t test me |
I sweep the ground From your feet I don’t trust me |
Fuck a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench |
A psycho at large I’m not from earth I’m from mars bitch |