Coole Schach Boyz

I come 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 y'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'mma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' side it’s been twenty 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

Why y'all Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now