Testin My Gangsta Chords by Three 6 Mafia
Tempo:
142 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Ebm
F
B
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] Yeah, I guess this hat is.
This [Dm] hat's gonna go down.
[A] We got these [Abm] motherfuckin' Mardi Gras, Fendi, Cal, y'all don't know nothing about this shit.
These motherfuckin' fully automatic, we got a 9, give me that motherfuckin' 9.
We got these motherfuckin' Glocks, these motherfuckin' 8-Tays, 3-6 mines, nigga.
But it's going down, you want it, here it is.
[D] I come from [Abm] a city where they love to hate, especially on the triple 6.
They see we really got buildings and business and they hate that shit.
They try to come up over us, the radio [Ebm] even help them at it.
But y'all ain't got no force, so hang it up, you silly [F] rabbits.
I'ma keep on hurting you boys by making this motherfuckin' world rock.
Side to buckin' sides, been for years, [Ebm] and man, we still ain't stoppin' still.
[Abm] Ridin' clean, makin' cheese and [B] carryin' plastic bottles.
Please don't try [Ab] to test us, cause you know we'll let these bitches find [Abm] us.
On you hoes who hate us, you niggas really like us.
Cause if you back it, then you won't try to [B] sound so much like us.
I'm the K-I [Abm]-N-G, O-F-F-T-H [Ebm]-N-S-H-E-T, to the E [Eb]-N-T.
Others gon' be less, [Bbm] don't compare.
Man, I swear [Abm] they wanna feed out with my team.
Don't let that shit travel on those CD's fool you, that ain't what they really [Gb] mean.
The truth can hurt [Abm] so bad, so look in they faces when [C] you play this.
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop full [Bb] of paper, nigga.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Ebm]
gangsta?
These bitches [Bb] test my gangsta.
Cause [Abm]
his own dad, [B]
his [Eb] own dad.
[Abm] Nigga, don't you know that law can make your life a living hell?
And I mean that literally, that place where demon spirits dwell.
Empty out a bunch of shit, make your fucking body smell.
I can fuck you up so well, so what you run, they cannot tell.
Fuck with me, you fucking with the best, and you're also fucking with the wrong one.
I will hit you with a millimeter gun, yeah, the millimeter gun.
Your [Ebm] action loss, act normal, not child [Abm] of yours.
Mafia, [Ebm]
gangsta son, when you see me coming, better up a fucking cover [Abm] for me.
AK, SK, 4, 4K, ain't this body kind of heavy?
DOA, [Ab] dead.
So bitch, you better take note, before you end up cut low.
End up on the ground, bro, with your fucking shirt soaked.
[Abm] Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his throat.
Come on, bitches, come with a shot off and lay me down a hole.
So if you think Skagro ain't a gangsta, come [Ebm] and take the water.
You would be the slaughtered, [Ab] the dead leave [D] the parking.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm]
[Db] [Abm]
[Ebm]
[Abm] gangsta?
These bitches test my gangsta.
Cause it's all night,
[Ebm] [Abm] [B]
[Eb] it's dead zone night.
[Abm] Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
Go make a nigga run up and shank ya.
[Eb] Or put [Ab] some cement in your suit and tank ya.
Or make you shoot yourself and then up thank ya.
[Abm] Go tell Rooker, Raya, Flo and Dragon, girl.
Get nothing from me but gangsta love.
[Ebm] Come and test me, my nigga, [Abm] have you laying in your [Ebm] love.
I'll give you a drink of your bitch ass [Gb] love.
[Bbm] These niggas be [Abm] trying to test, I ain't no slob.
I swim my fucking fist, my dick, I break the law.
[Ebm] I call out, [Abm] I hit my dick, I make [Ebm] the ball.
Got under with the [Eb] blood, the trick is all dissolved.
[Bbm] Before you hug your face, [Abm] we down on the ground.
A barrel pointed at your crown, we holler round.
[C] I bet you wanna [Abm] run, this shit is too late [Ebm] now.
You shoulda have it running your lip to make you [Abm] clown.
Why y'all test my
[Ebm] [Abm] [Ebm]
gangsta?
These bitches test [Bm] my gangsta.
[F] Why y'all test my gangsta?
[Abm] These bitches test my gangsta.
[B]
[Abm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [N]
This [Dm] hat's gonna go down.
[A] We got these [Abm] motherfuckin' Mardi Gras, Fendi, Cal, y'all don't know nothing about this shit.
These motherfuckin' fully automatic, we got a 9, give me that motherfuckin' 9.
We got these motherfuckin' Glocks, these motherfuckin' 8-Tays, 3-6 mines, nigga.
But it's going down, you want it, here it is.
[D] I come from [Abm] a city where they love to hate, especially on the triple 6.
They see we really got buildings and business and they hate that shit.
They try to come up over us, the radio [Ebm] even help them at it.
But y'all ain't got no force, so hang it up, you silly [F] rabbits.
I'ma keep on hurting you boys by making this motherfuckin' world rock.
Side to buckin' sides, been for years, [Ebm] and man, we still ain't stoppin' still.
[Abm] Ridin' clean, makin' cheese and [B] carryin' plastic bottles.
Please don't try [Ab] to test us, cause you know we'll let these bitches find [Abm] us.
On you hoes who hate us, you niggas really like us.
Cause if you back it, then you won't try to [B] sound so much like us.
I'm the K-I [Abm]-N-G, O-F-F-T-H [Ebm]-N-S-H-E-T, to the E [Eb]-N-T.
Others gon' be less, [Bbm] don't compare.
Man, I swear [Abm] they wanna feed out with my team.
Don't let that shit travel on those CD's fool you, that ain't what they really [Gb] mean.
The truth can hurt [Abm] so bad, so look in they faces when [C] you play this.
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop full [Bb] of paper, nigga.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Ebm]
gangsta?
These bitches [Bb] test my gangsta.
Cause [Abm]
his own dad, [B]
his [Eb] own dad.
[Abm] Nigga, don't you know that law can make your life a living hell?
And I mean that literally, that place where demon spirits dwell.
Empty out a bunch of shit, make your fucking body smell.
I can fuck you up so well, so what you run, they cannot tell.
Fuck with me, you fucking with the best, and you're also fucking with the wrong one.
I will hit you with a millimeter gun, yeah, the millimeter gun.
Your [Ebm] action loss, act normal, not child [Abm] of yours.
Mafia, [Ebm]
gangsta son, when you see me coming, better up a fucking cover [Abm] for me.
AK, SK, 4, 4K, ain't this body kind of heavy?
DOA, [Ab] dead.
So bitch, you better take note, before you end up cut low.
End up on the ground, bro, with your fucking shirt soaked.
[Abm] Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his throat.
Come on, bitches, come with a shot off and lay me down a hole.
So if you think Skagro ain't a gangsta, come [Ebm] and take the water.
You would be the slaughtered, [Ab] the dead leave [D] the parking.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm]
[Db] [Abm]
[Ebm]
[Abm] gangsta?
These bitches test my gangsta.
Cause it's all night,
[Ebm] [Abm] [B]
[Eb] it's dead zone night.
[Abm] Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
Go make a nigga run up and shank ya.
[Eb] Or put [Ab] some cement in your suit and tank ya.
Or make you shoot yourself and then up thank ya.
[Abm] Go tell Rooker, Raya, Flo and Dragon, girl.
Get nothing from me but gangsta love.
[Ebm] Come and test me, my nigga, [Abm] have you laying in your [Ebm] love.
I'll give you a drink of your bitch ass [Gb] love.
[Bbm] These niggas be [Abm] trying to test, I ain't no slob.
I swim my fucking fist, my dick, I break the law.
[Ebm] I call out, [Abm] I hit my dick, I make [Ebm] the ball.
Got under with the [Eb] blood, the trick is all dissolved.
[Bbm] Before you hug your face, [Abm] we down on the ground.
A barrel pointed at your crown, we holler round.
[C] I bet you wanna [Abm] run, this shit is too late [Ebm] now.
You shoulda have it running your lip to make you [Abm] clown.
Why y'all test my
[Ebm] [Abm] [Ebm]
gangsta?
These bitches test [Bm] my gangsta.
[F] Why y'all test my gangsta?
[Abm] These bitches test my gangsta.
[B]
[Abm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [N]
Key:
Abm
Ebm
F
B
Eb
Abm
Ebm
F
[F] _ Yeah, I guess this hat is.
This [Dm] hat's gonna go down.
[A] We got these [Abm] motherfuckin' Mardi Gras, Fendi, Cal, y'all don't know nothing about this shit.
These motherfuckin' fully automatic, we got a 9, give me that motherfuckin' 9.
We got these motherfuckin' Glocks, these motherfuckin' 8-Tays, 3-6 mines, nigga.
But it's going down, you want it, here it is.
[D] I come from [Abm] a city where they love to hate, especially on the triple 6.
They see we really got buildings and business and they hate that shit.
They try to come up over us, the radio [Ebm] even help them at it.
But y'all ain't got no force, so hang it up, you silly [F] rabbits.
I'ma keep on hurting you boys by making this motherfuckin' world rock.
Side to buckin' sides, been for years, [Ebm] and man, we still ain't stoppin' still.
[Abm] Ridin' clean, makin' cheese and [B] carryin' plastic bottles.
Please don't try [Ab] to test us, cause you know we'll let these bitches find [Abm] us.
On you hoes who hate us, you niggas really like us.
Cause if you back it, then you won't try to [B] sound so much like us.
I'm the K-I [Abm]-N-G, O-F-F-T-H [Ebm]-N-S-H-E-T, to the E [Eb]-N-T.
Others gon' be less, [Bbm] don't compare.
Man, I swear [Abm] they wanna feed out with my team.
Don't let that shit travel on those CD's fool you, that ain't what they really [Gb] mean.
The truth can hurt [Abm] so bad, so look in they faces when [C] you play this.
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop full [Bb] of paper, nigga.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ gangsta?
These bitches [Bb] test my gangsta.
Cause _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
his own _ _ _ _ _ _ dad, _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ his [Eb] _ own dad.
[Abm] Nigga, don't you know that law can make your life a living hell?
And I mean that literally, that place where demon spirits dwell.
Empty out a bunch of shit, make your fucking body smell.
I can fuck you up so well, so what you run, they cannot tell.
Fuck with me, you fucking with the best, and you're also fucking with the wrong one.
I will hit you with a millimeter gun, yeah, the millimeter gun.
Your [Ebm] action loss, act normal, not child [Abm] of yours.
Mafia, [Ebm]
gangsta son, when you see me coming, better up a fucking cover [Abm] for me.
AK, SK, 4, 4K, ain't this body kind of heavy?
DOA, [Ab] dead.
So bitch, you better take note, before you end up cut low.
End up on the ground, bro, with your fucking shirt soaked.
[Abm] Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his throat.
Come on, bitches, come with a shot off and lay me down a hole.
So if you think Skagro ain't a gangsta, come [Ebm] and take the water.
You would be the slaughtered, [Ab] the dead leave [D] the parking.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ [Abm] gangsta?
These bitches test my gangsta.
Cause it's all night, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] it's dead zone night.
[Abm] Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
Go make a nigga run up and shank ya.
[Eb] Or put [Ab] some cement in your suit and tank ya.
Or make you shoot yourself and then up thank ya. _
[Abm] Go tell Rooker, Raya, Flo and Dragon, girl.
Get nothing from me but gangsta love.
[Ebm] Come and test me, my nigga, [Abm] have you laying in your [Ebm] love.
I'll give you a drink of your bitch ass [Gb] love.
[Bbm] These niggas be [Abm] trying to test, I ain't no slob.
I swim my fucking fist, my dick, I break the law.
[Ebm] I call out, [Abm] I hit my dick, I make [Ebm] the ball.
Got under with the [Eb] blood, the trick is all dissolved.
[Bbm] Before you hug your face, [Abm] we down on the ground.
A barrel pointed at your crown, we holler round.
[C] I bet you wanna [Abm] run, this shit is too late [Ebm] now.
You shoulda have it running your lip to make you [Abm] clown.
Why y'all test my _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ gangsta?
These bitches test [Bm] my gangsta.
[F] Why y'all test my gangsta?
[Abm] These bitches test my gangsta. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [N] _
This [Dm] hat's gonna go down.
[A] We got these [Abm] motherfuckin' Mardi Gras, Fendi, Cal, y'all don't know nothing about this shit.
These motherfuckin' fully automatic, we got a 9, give me that motherfuckin' 9.
We got these motherfuckin' Glocks, these motherfuckin' 8-Tays, 3-6 mines, nigga.
But it's going down, you want it, here it is.
[D] I come from [Abm] a city where they love to hate, especially on the triple 6.
They see we really got buildings and business and they hate that shit.
They try to come up over us, the radio [Ebm] even help them at it.
But y'all ain't got no force, so hang it up, you silly [F] rabbits.
I'ma keep on hurting you boys by making this motherfuckin' world rock.
Side to buckin' sides, been for years, [Ebm] and man, we still ain't stoppin' still.
[Abm] Ridin' clean, makin' cheese and [B] carryin' plastic bottles.
Please don't try [Ab] to test us, cause you know we'll let these bitches find [Abm] us.
On you hoes who hate us, you niggas really like us.
Cause if you back it, then you won't try to [B] sound so much like us.
I'm the K-I [Abm]-N-G, O-F-F-T-H [Ebm]-N-S-H-E-T, to the E [Eb]-N-T.
Others gon' be less, [Bbm] don't compare.
Man, I swear [Abm] they wanna feed out with my team.
Don't let that shit travel on those CD's fool you, that ain't what they really [Gb] mean.
The truth can hurt [Abm] so bad, so look in they faces when [C] you play this.
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop full [Bb] of paper, nigga.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ gangsta?
These bitches [Bb] test my gangsta.
Cause _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
his own _ _ _ _ _ _ dad, _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ his [Eb] _ own dad.
[Abm] Nigga, don't you know that law can make your life a living hell?
And I mean that literally, that place where demon spirits dwell.
Empty out a bunch of shit, make your fucking body smell.
I can fuck you up so well, so what you run, they cannot tell.
Fuck with me, you fucking with the best, and you're also fucking with the wrong one.
I will hit you with a millimeter gun, yeah, the millimeter gun.
Your [Ebm] action loss, act normal, not child [Abm] of yours.
Mafia, [Ebm]
gangsta son, when you see me coming, better up a fucking cover [Abm] for me.
AK, SK, 4, 4K, ain't this body kind of heavy?
DOA, [Ab] dead.
So bitch, you better take note, before you end up cut low.
End up on the ground, bro, with your fucking shirt soaked.
[Abm] Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, blow a nigga out his throat.
Come on, bitches, come with a shot off and lay me down a hole.
So if you think Skagro ain't a gangsta, come [Ebm] and take the water.
You would be the slaughtered, [Ab] the dead leave [D] the parking.
[F] Why y'all test my [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ [Abm] gangsta?
These bitches test my gangsta.
Cause it's all night, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] it's dead zone night.
[Abm] Why you niggas wanna test my gangsta?
Go make a nigga run up and shank ya.
[Eb] Or put [Ab] some cement in your suit and tank ya.
Or make you shoot yourself and then up thank ya. _
[Abm] Go tell Rooker, Raya, Flo and Dragon, girl.
Get nothing from me but gangsta love.
[Ebm] Come and test me, my nigga, [Abm] have you laying in your [Ebm] love.
I'll give you a drink of your bitch ass [Gb] love.
[Bbm] These niggas be [Abm] trying to test, I ain't no slob.
I swim my fucking fist, my dick, I break the law.
[Ebm] I call out, [Abm] I hit my dick, I make [Ebm] the ball.
Got under with the [Eb] blood, the trick is all dissolved.
[Bbm] Before you hug your face, [Abm] we down on the ground.
A barrel pointed at your crown, we holler round.
[C] I bet you wanna [Abm] run, this shit is too late [Ebm] now.
You shoulda have it running your lip to make you [Abm] clown.
Why y'all test my _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ gangsta?
These bitches test [Bm] my gangsta.
[F] Why y'all test my gangsta?
[Abm] These bitches test my gangsta. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [N] _