We will now translate rap lyrics

'Testin My Gangsta' by Three Six Mafia

I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
I am from a city whose citizens bear us ill will, particularly against my group, the Three Six Mafia

They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
The are angry because we have expensive cars even though we just rented them for this video

They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
They attempt to become more successful than us with the help of local radio airplay

But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
However, their rhymes and diction are poor, so I am comparing their failure to that of the Trix rabbit

I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Self explanitory--I think we can all understand the language of rock

Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
This isn't even a complete thought

Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
Still we look good in automobiles, we generate a large cash flow, and we are armed with semi-automatic handguns

And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
Do not provoke us because we do not fear firing the aforementioned firearms.

All you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
All of you prostitutes, those who are jealous, truly you enjoy our rap stylings

Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
We know this because you imitate said rap stylings

I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S
DJ Paul can't spell 'Memphis'

H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
More suspect spelling

Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
I am certain that they would like to join my rap crew, the Oscar Award winning Three Six Mafia

Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
Do not be led astray by badmouthing on Compact Discs

That ain't what they really mean
Liars.

The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
Their faces betray their true feelings when they hear our dope flows

And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Behold their despair at our greatness!

Nigga
Sir.