[Intro: Juicy J]
Why, why, why they
Why they
Why they
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These niggas keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These bitches keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These niggas keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These bitches keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
You want the smoke with me or you just actin'?
Got rid of five niggas, won't catch me lackin'
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These niggas keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These bitches keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Never ratted, never told, always stickin' to the code
Got it tatted on my soul, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm the realest in the game, from out the trunk to bein' paid
I still hypnotize minds with my fuckin' gold fame
Man, don't come to me 'bout no bitch
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
You know I'm 'bout this shit, these niggas be puttin' on a show
Every time I roll a blunt, firefighters come patrol
Most these rappers rollin' eighths, Juicy smokin' fuckin' O's
I made sacrifices, I got many vices
Cash and diamonds, cars, and way too many guns in
All them bitches licensed
Test my gangster, test your life, bought an AR for my wife
Can't no money change a thug from the mud, Mafia
Why, why, why they
Why they
Why they
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These niggas keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These bitches keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These niggas keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These bitches keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
You want the smoke with me or you just actin'?
Got rid of five niggas, won't catch me lackin'
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These niggas keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
Why they testin' my gangster? (Why?)
These bitches keep testin' my gangster (Why?)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Never ratted, never told, always stickin' to the code
Got it tatted on my soul, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm the realest in the game, from out the trunk to bein' paid
I still hypnotize minds with my fuckin' gold fame
Man, don't come to me 'bout no bitch
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
You know I'm 'bout this shit, these niggas be puttin' on a show
Every time I roll a blunt, firefighters come patrol
Most these rappers rollin' eighths, Juicy smokin' fuckin' O's
I made sacrifices, I got many vices
Cash and diamonds, cars, and way too many guns in
All them bitches licensed
Test my gangster, test your life, bought an AR for my wife
Can't no money change a thug from the mud, Mafia
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