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don't test my gangster - spice 1 lyrics

[intro: spice 1]
fetty chico, shiznilty
spiceburg 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!
sh*t y’all done got us started…

[verse 1 :nawfside outlaw]
i could’ve been got that n*gga, tell me how the f*ck you figga?
you gon’ keep runnin’ your mouth over twitter, we some k!llas
f*ck a rap song, i do this sh*t 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 n*ggas like me, i might be
a danger to myself and anybody else that want it
and you rappin’ ass n*ggas, i’ll be with you in a moment
you ain’t gangsta, you a puppet, f*ck it, you a b*tch too!
rappin’ ’bout the sh*t that i really do, so who you?
p*ssy mothaf*ckas i’m a g’ you a sucka!
bottom of the barrel n*ggas, fruity n*ggas get puckered
in public, man you f*ckin’ 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 n*gga, 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 f*cked with it
i put this gat in your mouth, make it look like you suck d*ck
i’m savage, a predator in the jungle of concrete
you n*ggas 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 mothaf*cka and cash
i’m a disease to these haters like cancer or small pocks
n*ggas don’t understand that they f*ckin’ 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 n*ggas to pluto
but black belt in gun*fu, flip n*ggas like judo
make a shank and pop eyes and bully n*ggas 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 m*ffler 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 b*tterfly, searchin’ for an answer
bow down this sh*t c*ck 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 d*ck, b*tches!

[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

- spice 1 lyrics

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