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 [Chorus] [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
Artist: David Banner
Title: Fuck 'em