Lyrics:

[DJ Paul Talking] [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim