Fuck 'em

David Banner

(Pastor Troy & David Banner]

(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)

Ya'll know what time it is!

Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy

Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll

David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!

[Chorus - repeat 3x]

[PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!

[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[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, bitch this ain't no camera trick

Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it

Some niggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right

Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight

You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war

These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?

I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me

Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!

You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil

And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle

Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga

I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz


[Verse: David Banner]

Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela

Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!

Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis

I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip

And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit

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 FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this

You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits

Tell em Yankees this a new day

Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a

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