Don't Test Me - Bloc Boyz Click, Big Be, C-Murder

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