Fuck Em - David Banner
[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah n_gga, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta n_gga!
[Chorus - repeat 3x]
[PT:] These n_ggaz wanna hate?!
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] These n_ggaz wanna mug?!
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[Verse: Pastor Troy]
My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, b_tch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, b_tch you best to believe it
Some n_ggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right
Them same motherf_cking n_ggaz gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These n_ggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my n_gga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., b_tch this DSGP!
You see the horns on my head? n_gga you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE F_CK you gon' settle
B_tch you better settle down I'm a real ass n_gga
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherF_CK them n_ggaz
[Chorus]
[Verse: David Banner]
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill n_gga!
F_ck a hater b_tch, s_ck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a b_tch, to me it ain't sh_t
I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip
So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's
Give a F_CK what a b_tch n_gga know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a b_tch wit some hot grits
Tell em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"
And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life
[Chorus]
[Bridge: David Banner]
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
[Chorus]
[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] You my down wit a b_tch a feel (?)
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[Verse: Pastor Troy]
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight
If I die tonight, man f_ck em all good
Cause I left this b_tch quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? f_ck or s_ck the stick
Like ooh, don't f_ck me naw n_gga, I'll f_ck you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you f_ck her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!
[PT:] YEAH!
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] Say f_ck them n_ggaz
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[PT:] Say f_ck them n_ggaz
[DB:] F_ck them n_ggaz!
[Chorus - to fade]
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