happening, stop stressing I'm headed down the alleyway With the Smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who's the man You won test, who me? I think you better
nuttin happening, stop stressing I'm headed down the alleyway With the smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who's the man You won test, who me? I think
Traduzione: Nove. Chi U Won Test.
I showed up Strapped with the 44, niggas know I got mine Stretch with a Gauge, Polly-B with the Tec-9 Not to long ago Crabs try to test us Talkin' that
who standin wit you when he can he hit you Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u
niggas with us from day one they roll Ya know, what a nigga wanna test me for? Bless me soul, ? all, and that's for the jealous bustas Who said that Eazywould
two figures they can't describe me Military Punisher Rock M.P. Watch, the, nine millimeter brain better You won't be beefin and your heart won't be beatin
Dee) [Ice Cube] Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test
-P-E-R whose style's O-L-D I'm N-E-W for Y-O-U Any C-R-E-W paralyzin' vowels A-E-I-O-U nothin'- you're frontin' - and rappers almost Q... U-I-C-K to T
laugh best, who you won test? I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter Cause I ain't new ta, WHO
You know how we do, Yo. See, I'm a man who only chats realness F**K being like most dese kids who chat sh*t S*ck record company dick. Frost P, I keep
that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal, you need to stop!! hatin on, the C-N-O-T-E, D-R-U, an the L-U-N-I-Z. [chorus x4] Break it down, oh
who deserve it Keepin niggas nervous, my M.F.C. at ya service [Rock] Yo, I got ya rap sissy fags under pressure Shake it like earthquake, Richter scale couldn't measure Who
this, who diss us? Suffolk County cops frisk us, they handcuffs never fit us Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act vicious Plus if we die tomorrow, won
bitches Man so chill, niggaz don't wanna test the South sign side Murder me a motherfucker, and just hop in my ride So nine times out of ten, niggaz respect who
' shorter every time that I realize that it won't be too long before we wake up and the world is gone/ And it won't be no World War, it'll be Armageddon
are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z
