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| from David Banner - Certified (2005) | |||||
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| from Big Remo - 9th Wonder Presents Big Remo - Entrapment (2010) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi-The Screwed and Chopped Album (2003) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi-The Screwed and Chopped Album (2003) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi: The Album (2019) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Certified (2005) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Certified (2005) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Certified (2005) | |||||
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| from David Banner, 9th Wonder - Death Of A Pop Star (2010) | |||||
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(feat. Scarface)
(Intro: David Banner talking) Yo mo' (more) I went to see a friend of mine the other day Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk) She said, "Banner, you need to harmonize (harmonize) and hide" Yeah, okay But I asked her I was like, "How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!" Fucking snitch, bitch-ass You don't even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga Kill those niggaz (I'm really, really high) Ain't no respect to the game no mo' (more) Niggaz is bitches (niggaz is bitches) (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) I done lost my love for the game Shit'll never be the same I'll never lose my love for the streets (the streets) The streets got love for me Might of lost my love for the game (game) Niggaz don't even act the same I'll never lose my love for the streets Cause the streets got love for me (me) (Verse 1: David Banner) I hit the block before it's sunrise I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide (yeh) Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!) Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out? I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00) Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I'm back on the grind Four ten (4:10) Put some dro in the wind then Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone Tell she if a nigga get busted Niggaz can't be trusted in the game cause shit ain't the same Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost) Shit cocked and blast Put some lead in a motherfucker fast Never play wit a gun, if ya can't stop that (stop that) Or get that in ya motherfucking ass (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (Verse 2: Scarface) Took a chance when I came in Did my time if I got caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole thing And it was the work, it was my walk To do or double wit the plot then Let a nigga fellin' boxed in I was slangin' in my socks then On the corner flippin' 20's Tryin' to turn em into 50's On the ten speed right in front of walk in It's no hood where I came from Where a nigga got his game from Ain't nothin' changed, I'm the same one To pull a strap out my backpack Cock the hammer back (clack!) Duck and get ya brains hung And shake the cop up when the block clear Cause the drama doesn't stop here Gotta watch for ya own peers Nigga damn near ain't knowin' who the fuck I am And you ain't knowin' how I got here See we don't speak and we don't do nothin' It's on you if you slang things Get your money, homie, maintain Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg Or you'll get offset and this a cold game And snitch-niggaz never last long So snitch-niggaz get yo' ass on A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on Took the pledge on my own hand Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (w/ minor variations) (Outro: David Banner) I done lost, yeh |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(feat. Scarface)
(Intro: David Banner talking) Yo mo' (more) I went to see a friend of mine the other day Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk) She said, "Banner, you need to harmonize (harmonize) and hide" Yeah, okay But I asked her I was like, "How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!" Fucking snitch, bitch-ass You don't even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga Kill those niggaz (I'm really, really high) Ain't no respect to the game no mo' (more) Niggaz is bitches (niggaz is bitches) (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) I done lost my love for the game Shit'll never be the same I'll never lose my love for the streets (the streets) The streets got love for me Might of lost my love for the game (game) Niggaz don't even act the same I'll never lose my love for the streets Cause the streets got love for me (me) (Verse 1: David Banner) I hit the block before it's sunrise I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide (yeh) Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!) Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out? I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00) Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I'm back on the grind Four ten (4:10) Put some dro in the wind then Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone Tell she if a nigga get busted Niggaz can't be trusted in the game cause shit ain't the same Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost) Shit cocked and blast Put some lead in a motherfucker fast Never play wit a gun, if ya can't stop that (stop that) Or get that in ya motherfucking ass (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (Verse 2: Scarface) Took a chance when I came in Did my time if I got caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole thing And it was the work, it was my walk To do or double wit the plot then Let a nigga fellin' boxed in I was slangin' in my socks then On the corner flippin' 20's Tryin' to turn em into 50's On the ten speed right in front of walk in It's no hood where I came from Where a nigga got his game from Ain't nothin' changed, I'm the same one To pull a strap out my backpack Cock the hammer back (clack!) Duck and get ya brains hung And shake the cop up when the block clear Cause the drama doesn't stop here Gotta watch for ya own peers Nigga damn near ain't knowin' who the fuck I am And you ain't knowin' how I got here See we don't speak and we don't do nothin' It's on you if you slang things Get your money, homie, maintain Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg Or you'll get offset and this a cold game And snitch-niggaz never last long So snitch-niggaz get yo' ass on A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on Took the pledge on my own hand Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (w/ minor variations) (Outro: David Banner) I done lost, yeh |
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| from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004) | |||||
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Will help to make the season bright And tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa is on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Though it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas to you They know that Santa is on his way, he's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is going to spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, yeah, merry Christmas Merry Christmas, merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Will help to make the season bright And tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa is on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Though it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas to you They know that Santa is on his way, he's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is going to spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, yeah, merry Christmas Merry Christmas, merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas |
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| from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005) | |||||
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| from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005) | |||||
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3:49 |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Hook - David Banner) Repeat 2x
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x) Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch (Repeat 2x) (Verse 1 - David Banner) The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head Your blood, drip in a mug Poppin' the slugs Me I just don't give a high fuck 'Bout none of yall, or ball Flip, give him a call On the celly, then it's on War until your gone Til' you die, decease Fuck it bitch ain't no peace Ain't no makin' up Bustin this 9 motherfucker Until it's breakin' up I told yall bitches that I'm clickin' I'm flippin these twankies Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin' Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!! (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 2 - Lil' Flip) -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!) Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!) I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' shit You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy They love my style from the east to the west boy I keep a pistol for haters We put them spinners on gators Fuck all the braggin' and boastin' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my niggaz Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz I'm from the land of the trill Where perpetrators get killed Around my way my nigga That's how we live (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 3 - David Banner (Lil' Flip)) -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh) (Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it) You got pussy bitch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that niggaz a hoe (Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank) (We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank) Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!! And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack) (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car (Hook) Repeat 2x (Lil Flip - Talking) (David Banner) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!) (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(Hook - David Banner) Repeat 2x
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x) Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch (Repeat 2x) (Verse 1 - David Banner) The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head Your blood, drip in a mug Poppin' the slugs Me I just don't give a high fuck 'Bout none of yall, or ball Flip, give him a call On the celly, then it's on War until your gone Til' you die, decease Fuck it bitch ain't no peace Ain't no makin' up Bustin this 9 motherfucker Until it's breakin' up I told yall bitches that I'm clickin' I'm flippin these twankies Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin' Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!! (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 2 - Lil' Flip) -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!) Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!) I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' shit You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy They love my style from the east to the west boy I keep a pistol for haters We put them spinners on gators Fuck all the braggin' and boastin' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my niggaz Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz I'm from the land of the trill Where perpetrators get killed Around my way my nigga That's how we live (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 3 - David Banner (Lil' Flip)) -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh) (Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it) You got pussy bitch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that niggaz a hoe (Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank) (We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank) Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!! And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack) (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car (Hook) Repeat 2x (Lil Flip - Talking) (David Banner) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!) (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades |
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| from David Banner - Certified (2005) | |||||
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2:11 |
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| from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008) | |||||
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1:12 |
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| from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008) | |||||
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0:53 |
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| from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004) | |||||
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from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008)
Suicide door, Sui, Suicde door.x4
Suicide door, I'm clean in this bitch. Suicide door, Sui, Suicde door.x4 Suicide door, I'm clean in this bitch. I could give a fuck about you niggas and you hatin' hoes. Sittin' in a black Escalade got some suicide doors. Inside Peanut butter, Peter Pan Brown. I'm a country ass nigga with some dueces on the ground. See the mother fucker hollow, when I'm skatin' beatin' down the street. Sippin' on some purp while your baby mamma suckin' me. |
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| from David Banner, 9th Wonder - Death Of A Pop Star (2010) | |||||
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| from David Banner, 9th Wonder - Death Of A Pop Star (2010) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi-The Screwed and Chopped Album (2003) | |||||
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7:12 |
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| from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001) | |||||
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4:33 |
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| from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006) | |||||
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| from David Banner, 9th Wonder - Death Of A Pop Star (2010) | |||||
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| from David Banner - Mississippi-The Screwed and Chopped Album (2003) | |||||
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
Artist: David Banner
Song: So Trill Album: Mississippi:The Album Bread and water..This what it comes down to (Verse 1) I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good As long as all these records keep sellin' Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin' Yall know it ain't right.. And I ain't bending for these hoes Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows? Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most {Bridge} Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most F**k, so trill.. (Hook 2x) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) (Verse 2) I remember when the twin towers fell Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell? I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad Or a bird in the Bush Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push Yall dont try to praise God now He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi So P-Boy keep pushin'.. We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission (Hook 2x) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) (Verse 3) This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms And come and getcha, send me a kite... And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood Mayne i made some bullshit but it's good And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest (Hook until fade) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006)
Artist: David Banner
Song: So Trill Album: Mississippi:The Album Bread and water..This what it comes down to (Verse 1) I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good As long as all these records keep sellin' Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin' Yall know it ain't right.. And I ain't bending for these hoes Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows? Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most {Bridge} Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most F**k, so trill.. (Hook 2x) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) (Verse 2) I remember when the twin towers fell Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell? I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad Or a bird in the Bush Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push Yall dont try to praise God now He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi So P-Boy keep pushin'.. We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission (Hook 2x) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) (Verse 3) This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms And come and getcha, send me a kite... And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood Mayne i made some bullshit but it's good And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest (Hook until fade) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) |
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| from David Banner - Mississippi: The Album (2019) | |||||
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from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008)
I think for the most part, our generation is filled with a bunch of fucking cowards. And I say that man because, we beef amongst each other. We kill and we shoot each other in our own hoods and we bang each other, we won't bang cops. Know what I'm saying. And one things these motherfuckas in America know they know we ain't gone do shit
I'm grippin the NINA Visions of 9-11 Visions of 3 sixes no sevens This is Bushanomics George is a modern day Ronald Reagan I pray to god in the midst of payment Niggas I'm just saying When do we stop playin When do we stop pimpin and start sprayin 50 shots for every cop that pop sean bell His body layin But they aquitt Cause they know that our generation won't do shit Nothing, nada But every rapper is a shotta or a don dotta Or a killer But you ain't killin nothing in this piece Unless it's another nigga Trying to raise boys to super men And while I'm at it fuck auther j coopermen It's never just-us for blacks But they send just us to iraq With poor whites and latinos I pray to god that you hear this single This is banners middle finger YALL YEAH! [Chorus: x2] I've been waiting in the hood for so long (so long) I've been waiting in the hood for so long (so long) For some niggas to stand up in here We some soldiers and we have no fear Mrs. Catherine Johnston Was murdered by police In North West Atlanta But I don't hear it in the streets Where the anger in the hood for this old lady dyin DC six ain't shit but cops lyin Ain't shit but bullets flying 39 slugs Undercovers fuck the law This was somebody damn grandmother (grandmother) And she died over crack sells Crooked ass cops or some niggas tryin to flip yale You ain't have to sell it in her yard You ain't trappin bitch you yapping to the motherfucking guards And I got a damn question Why the city ain't pissed off When I know ya'll heard shots and a old lady got hauled off YALL YEAH! [Chorus x2] I wanna see a nigga ride for something dog. Fight for something, fight anybody but your motherfucking self nigga. We sell drugs but we don't sell drugs to ourselves. We bang but we only bang on ourselves. We do every fucking negative thang and niggas so hard, niggas on radios, on cds, on tapes, and on movies; they got guns, they got pistols, but ain't nobody shootin at nothing but they self. Fear is the only thing that people respect. We forgive everybody but our self. These cops gonna have to fear something. Something gonna have to happen. If ya'll gonna march, march to the motherfucking cops house my nigga. Make these motherfuckas fear something dude. They got us scared. They got niggas scareed to go to strip clubs nigga, you know. Shit. My nigga like, something gotta happen. I'll say it my nigga cause I ain't scared. I ain't scared of shit. I'm scared of god, I'm scared of god first, and I'm scared of taking the blessing that god has given me and leading somebody down the wrong path |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Intro: Mannie Fresh)
Treat your throwback chicks right Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too Every chick that I used to like Done turned dike And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig And every chick that I used to love (ohh!) Done turned to drugs But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm so in love with you (and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby) I'm in love with you (and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground) (ohh!) (Verse 1: David Banner) I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up House smelling like some piss you was there for me Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me In a bucket we would mash out When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out You was that girl that would set that nigga up I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me And you did when they came to the crib You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows And its cool cause you helped me through school '95 selling weed in baton rough And you stayed strong with a pimp trick Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new The world against us all along us two All the shit I done took you through I'm a grown man now (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl You were strong when daddy was gone Fuck a nice home When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha) You were there when the times were hard You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god And if I die momma swallow the pain I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins Let it flow free, let it kill me But its on, and the way we ridding caddies Screaming out lil jones (Chorus) |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(Intro: Mannie Fresh)
Treat your throwback chicks right Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too Every chick that I used to like Done turned dike And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig And every chick that I used to love (ohh!) Done turned to drugs But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm so in love with you (and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby) I'm in love with you (and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground) (ohh!) (Verse 1: David Banner) I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up House smelling like some piss you was there for me Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me In a bucket we would mash out When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out You was that girl that would set that nigga up I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me And you did when they came to the crib You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows And its cool cause you helped me through school '95 selling weed in baton rough And you stayed strong with a pimp trick Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new The world against us all along us two All the shit I done took you through I'm a grown man now (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl You were strong when daddy was gone Fuck a nice home When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha) You were there when the times were hard You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god And if I die momma swallow the pain I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins Let it flow free, let it kill me But its on, and the way we ridding caddies Screaming out lil jones (Chorus) |
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from David Banner - Greatest Story Ever Told (2008)
(feat. Lil Wayne)
And you can't do this and you don't do that[x3] (David David David Banner) Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that Shawty say you don't beat it up no mo' Ya'll don't come her hair and throw dat ass on the floor Don't spend no time just keep it all in mind and you Don't take her out to eat and you never treat her kind Man... I ain't even touch her But another nigga will come through And gon' fuck her You need to get your mind right man go raise your kids Put a man in they life... aww well I'm a put it in your wife Man I'm trying tell you whatcha broad said last night He don't stick it, he don't licky licky He don't take me out to the movies And buy the(?) tickets Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that I walked in the street y'all ask me my name I look back at her and I said T-pain I bought her a drink she said She was a stripper I'm making more money like real so I tip her Now she driving on my zipper You know it's happening she say you don't listen to her life and stress Word to the wise go keep the trick you know you won't let her she gonna get it how She lives... Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that Now this is for my ladies who lookin good in the club That nigga ain't shit girl don't throw it up And you can't do this and you don't do that There's some niggas like me waiting for ya in the back Now this if for my ladies who lookin good in the club That nigga ain't shit girl don't throw it up And you can't do this and you don't do that And some niggas like me waiting for ya in the back Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that Shawty say a nigga that she whipped em shit Shawty say a nigga that she whipped em shit And you can't do this and you don't do that And you can't do this and you don't do that |
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from Dj Shadow 3집 - The Outsider (2006)
I hear voices whisper tell me, "Banner kill yo'self"
Man I call on the Lord, pain doesn't easy from wealth These cars, these clothes, these hoes Never meant nothing, having nightmares screaming and busting At my enemy, I put a bullet in that nigga and I see it's me Is it my soul?, killing self hate Or does that nigga in me have to die before I reach them pearly gates Either way I got something to say Jam Master Jay used to yell walk this way But it's hard to walk like a man the industry's .. And these the same motherfuckers that's controlling my cash' And the same ones, the government, controlling your ass Why George bush ain't in jail for stealing them votes? Why the CIA ain't closed man, for pushing that dope? Get it cracking America, the CIA, aka the KKK It's judgement day! Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs They coming for your soul, they already got the chains… In a Chevy, I'm wondering if the Feds broke the levy Are they in with the devil to control the weather? Hurricanes and typhoons every other week While po' folks are drowning in the middle of the street We too scared to speak, or too busy on the internet I heard they about to put lo-jacks in our kids necks Marshall law, tell Bush now we ain't ready to flip The hood is like a modern slave ship We packed like sardines and shackled to the streets And crack is cotton that grows up from the concrete Shit, but I guess I'm seein' thangs We'd rather not learn, we'd rather fucking gang bang Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs They coming for your soul, they already got the chains… |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix Song: Ridin' David Banner: I'm from a place Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your f**kin' guts hang Right there in front of the kids I might as well split your Whig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, Man, the truth F**k a 'Creek ? I care but you in doubts ? And go "Woof" He ain't dead What pledge There's a stank up in the Busch Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come play Click the bottles Cock them AK's (YEAH!) Bust on KK's (YEAH!) With the Knuckle boy Or the Other Two And the Stic-Man Given Dead on your shirt Like a Wristband You a Grown Man Nigga, Stand tall Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (YEAH!) Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Dead Prez: Yo' Niggas is not orginal Niggas follow the radio Niggas think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know freedom is powerful Niggas is very visual If we see it, we think it's true Very few niggas make a move And even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we just get the residuals Niggas will rob and shot on You Crackas will drop a bomb on You Niggas is having funerals Crackas is having barbeques Niggas sing the blues That's reminicin' the spritual But when You say GAWD is You Niggas ain't really hearing You Crackas like to capitalize Them crackas a lie They say if You don't ?unionnize? Then You'll probably die I hate callin' niggas niggas So I'ma take it backwards I ain't got now love for whithey I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!) (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Talib Kweli: Yeah! I call myself real N-I-G-G-A 'Cause Kweli be Showin' on the floor And they policies My philosophies Show you that the block Is a part of me Freedom Fighter Like Richard Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge beef 'Cause it ran like a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself A nigga You ask me Who's got my back When the cops harass me Ya'll can label Cinncinatti Can ride the train Or with the Caddie When they call you Nigga they scared of You They fearin' You So actually If CRACK is gone Be fearing Niggas Then that's what the F**k I have to be Now It's a badge of honor And some say that Shit's upsurd It's more than just a word We flip the shit Like it's a 'bird Pass it down through Generations, then Cuss you out and say it loud The first generation Of Muthaf**kas To grab Our Nuts and Say it proud Country Niggas or City Niggas Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas In the coridor, floor or door, And all my Mississippi Niggas We connected All throughout The North, the East, the West, the South And if a Wyte boy say the shit He'll still get punched Right in the mouth (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' (Ending 2x) All they got for You Is a Cell my Nigga They want You Dead or in jail Without Rebel my Nigga In the streets It's similar to Hell My Nigga But we gonna Boss up And live well My Nigga |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
David Banner
Chorus: Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x) Rap: Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy. You looking good when you up in the Caddy?we comin' down. (Uh) Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck?Mistress. screamin' now. (Oh) Name the pot for me; Later on you can gone ride on top of me. Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the ‘Lac. Keep the block and bread?daddy a stack. It's like that! Chorus: Rap: I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak. She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, the butt-cheek. She got gold in her mouth; Always hollerin' about the South. If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!) It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you, They way you come through the crib when the night is through. And go down, say this' what they loving us… Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how… Chorus: Bridge: She looks so good when she came to me. Said, “Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!?? Put it like this, you can suck my peter, Or, even go home cause I really don't need her! I like girls that'll pop it all night for me. And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me. And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo, She be poppin' in the club ‘til it's time to go. Rap: (Uh) Then, it's straight to the ‘Lac, Screaming, “Bitch better gimme my scratch?believe that!?? If the boy started trippin?it's click-clack! Pimp, grabbing my hand like they the Mack. (From the mighty, mighty, Mississipp, don't trip! Just call me, and apply for a pimp.) It's all love… Coming back for you boy back of the club When it's over, then maybe you get a hug! Chorus: Pop that thang girl Pop that thang for me (3x) Yeah Yeah Pop that thang |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
David Banner
Chorus: Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x) Rap: Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy. You looking good when you up in the Caddy?we comin' down. (Uh) Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck?Mistress. screamin' now. (Oh) Name the pot for me; Later on you can gone ride on top of me. Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the ‘Lac. Keep the block and bread?daddy a stack. It's like that! Chorus: Rap: I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak. She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, the butt-cheek. She got gold in her mouth; Always hollerin' about the South. If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!) It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you, They way you come through the crib when the night is through. And go down, say this' what they loving us… Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how… Chorus: Bridge: She looks so good when she came to me. Said, “Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!?? Put it like this, you can suck my peter, Or, even go home cause I really don't need her! I like girls that'll pop it all night for me. And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me. And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo, She be poppin' in the club ‘til it's time to go. Rap: (Uh) Then, it's straight to the ‘Lac, Screaming, “Bitch better gimme my scratch?believe that!?? If the boy started trippin?it's click-clack! Pimp, grabbing my hand like they the Mack. (From the mighty, mighty, Mississipp, don't trip! Just call me, and apply for a pimp.) It's all love… Coming back for you boy back of the club When it's over, then maybe you get a hug! Chorus: Pop that thang girl Pop that thang for me (3x) Yeah Yeah Pop that thang |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl I wanna see you cum in the middle of the dance floor A nigga can't fuck, what you think a friend of me for I'ma beat that pussy up You get it wet enough, I might lick it up Lickey, lickey, lickey, like a peppermint swirl Lick that clit Cum girl Uh, I wanna see your legs shake Take you to the crib, we can fuck til the bed break Uh, fuck you til your pussy ache Think about the type right now, girl, mastur (Uh uh) Beg for a nigga, freak you in the clubs stop worrying about them other hoes It's me in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Cum when you're feeling good, lick it all off Catch it in your mouth, like your last name Moss Play with the nitty girl, stick it on in I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends I can make 'em bounce like 1, 2, 3 It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the g-spot Make it hot, gon on, get your girl, Sheryl Bring your clique Cum girl And I'ma make 'em all cum Beat it like Mr. Calipark on the drum I'ma beat it like Mike when he fucked Billie Jean Work it, work it, work it, til you make that pussy cream Move it to the right, move your finger to the left Work it all around til your ass outta breath I ain't tripping on ya baby, put some dick in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back Work your thumb in it girl, I love it like that Freaky ass hoes, lil freaky ass men Lemme work ya slow, lemme see it going in Then you pull it out, put your fingers in your mouth You make a nigga wanna fuck your ass on the couch While we're still in the club, show your pussy love Work that clit Cum girl Go on and hit the dance floor Open up wide, lemme show you what's it made for Uh, like a finger, like a donkey Lemme see you play, play with your monkey Damn, cause your ass so chunky Bring it here, sweaty, cause I love it when it's funky I'ma put some dick in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Work that clit Cum girl |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than before I need positive reactions whenever I'm down Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found It isn't a game so don't play hard to get (Tired of running after you) There's no connections holding us down (down) Isn't it a shame it never happened Though still here we are the second time round It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin' Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin' Of you love, yeah yeah Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it Findin', breathin', brakin', breedin' With you girl It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006)
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than before I need positive reactions whenever I'm down Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found It isn't a game so don't play hard to get (Tired of running after you) There's no connections holding us down (down) Isn't it a shame it never happened Though still here we are the second time round It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin' Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin' Of you love, yeah yeah Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it Findin', breathin', brakin', breedin' With you girl It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Pick up your gun
jump in the whip lets ride on this like oh oh oh (x4) (Chorus) I put that on everything -I will be reppin the south to the day that i die I put that on everything From the midwest i'm ready to ride because i'm from the Chi I'm from the M i'm from the Double the S, yall know the rest Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat You don't want to see T and DB and i put that on everything (x2) |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
In this biatch
Hit that I'm f**ked up Shit YEAHH All the soldiers stand up...my lord............ My lord...... YEAH <Chorus> My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind. This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please let my people be free who fightin' off over seas for a man who don't give a f**k who steals slaves Jesus I'm tryin' to walk the path that you gave Goin' down a new world order got my boys on the corner tryin' to flip a quarter I'm in the east coast I'm tryin' to soak in this dirty ass water and my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter <Chorus> I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a f**k about nothing mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go I gives a f**k about a hoe give me dough my nuda my acres bustin' at you fakers killin' you quakers in the name of my maker patty cake patty cake bakers man give me land I'm tryin' to live life in Gods plan man damn <Chorus> Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast another day in the high feelin' goody good still the same ole weed mane it's understood pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for something busted in me pussy niggas trip but I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side losin' my mind <Chorus> YEAH YEAH Yea south side nigga ahhh Shit what you talkin' about nigga You know what I'm saying all the time nigga Memphis 10, Mississippi South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
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Hit that I'm f**ked up Shit YEAHH All the soldiers stand up...my lord............ My lord...... YEAH <Chorus> My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind. This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please let my people be free who fightin' off over seas for a man who don't give a f**k who steals slaves Jesus I'm tryin' to walk the path that you gave Goin' down a new world order got my boys on the corner tryin' to flip a quarter I'm in the east coast I'm tryin' to soak in this dirty ass water and my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter <Chorus> I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a f**k about nothing mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go I gives a f**k about a hoe give me dough my nuda my acres bustin' at you fakers killin' you quakers in the name of my maker patty cake patty cake bakers man give me land I'm tryin' to live life in Gods plan man damn <Chorus> Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast another day in the high feelin' goody good still the same ole weed mane it's understood pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for something busted in me pussy niggas trip but I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side losin' my mind <Chorus> YEAH YEAH Yea south side nigga ahhh Shit what you talkin' about nigga You know what I'm saying all the time nigga Memphis 10, Mississippi South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Chorus -- David Banner
I can hear it in the cold of the night, ya'll niggas wanna take ma life (oh) I been tryin ta do right, but they still wanna take ma life (oh) I can hear it in the cold fo the night, ya'll niggas wanna take ma life (oh) I been tryin ta do right, but they still wanna take ma life (oh) Verse 1 -- David Banner I can feel it in the night time I say the lord gave life, but these niggas wanna take mine I heard it through the grapevine They ain't have to feel, they'd rather see me burnin in hell, n thats the truth They'll set you up got proof, think about the 12 dicipes What one traitor did to christ, for small cheese And they'll do it to me, damn and they'll do it to you It only takes one in your crew To cock back, black, and take ya life from you To cock back, black, and take ya life from you ...Damn... Chorus Verse 2 -- David Banner Think about the slave trade, we sold our own juss to get paid And now adays its tha same thang, let ya braids hang White folks contributed, to gang bang Gain, dope slang, gain, mayn But we all some thugs The same one that you love will kill ya ass for drugs Come to the funeral with kisses and hugs For ya mom, ya sister, ya brother and all And really all they wanted was to see you fall Bestfriend dead for this nigga can ball Bestfriend dead so tha streets can ball ...Damn... Chorus x1 Verse 3 -- Sky Sometimes I tend to lose my faith Im askin god to hear ma case If you could see it through ma eyes They all wanna see me meet my dimize I feel alone to lose my mind Beggin god juss send me a sign Tryna do the best that I can Be a man and follow gods plan I been tryin to do right but niggas wanna take my life I been tryin to do right and niggas wanna take my life Chorus x1 |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
Intro- David Banner
Know What I'm Talkin Bout Mississippi mothafucka, Newton County what i live and die for(Scott County) Ball for da kids(Simpson County) Know what im talkin bout Niggas out here flashin and ballin and shit(lincoln County) know what im talikin bout im supposed to be so hard fuckin rebel flags still flyin(whats dis shit) fuck em some hoes Chorus2x We From A Place Where Dem Boys Still Pimpin Them Hoes We From A Place Cadillacs Still Ridin On Vogues We From A Place Where My Soul Still Dont Feel Free Where A Flag Means More Than Me(IN MISSISSIPPI) Verse 1 David Banner Still ridin cadillacs still bump in the back mothafuckas talk shit but we still in the hood mississippi in this thang pinky rang in my hand peanut butta top(lovin wood) crackas only come to buy crack and cracka cops only come to bust niggas who sell that We From A Place Where Dey Scream PIMP A HOE PIMP A HOE We From A Place Where Dey Still CHOP DEM BOES CHOP DEM BOES We From A Place Where Yo Grandmama still showin you love and we still eatin chicken in the club bitch CHORUS 2X VERSE 2- DAVID BANNER We From A Place Where mega evers live and mega evers died We From A Place What we chokin on sticky green to get high We From A Place Where ya used to come in the summatime now yall dont mention us in ya rhyme we kin folk ya we broke some talk wit a drawl but bitch we ball runnin through wit two techs screamin FUCK ALL YALL We From A Place where da rebel flag still aint burnin new schools but the black kids still aint learnin BOUT SHIT but hit da streets and learn to pimp on a bitch FIVE-O aw shit throw yo crack in the ditch and yall nigga run yall nigga run like forrest gump they got pumps and them crooked cops love to dump in mississippi CHORUS 2X 601 601 crooked letter crooked letter oh mississippi mississippi ohh wave ya hands from side to side 601 represent where you from you dont want none mississippi 601 da place were from mississippi 601 say 601 601 mississippi DAVID BANNER Hell yea mississippi you kno wut im talkin bout da home of da blues da dirtiest part of da south you kno wut im talkin bout the place where u get dem fish and dem criss muhfucka yea you kno wut im talkin bout delta muhfucka cotton you kno wut im talkin bout we bout to free da slaves nigga where yo grandmama from nigga yo ol one generation moved away slave ass booty fuck ass gank ass punk ass BITCH haha now come on home get u somethin to eat |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006)
Intro- David Banner
Know What I'm Talkin Bout Mississippi mothafucka, Newton County what i live and die for(Scott County) Ball for da kids(Simpson County) Know what im talkin bout Niggas out here flashin and ballin and shit(lincoln County) know what im talikin bout im supposed to be so hard fuckin rebel flags still flyin(whats dis shit) fuck em some hoes Chorus2x We From A Place Where Dem Boys Still Pimpin Them Hoes We From A Place Cadillacs Still Ridin On Vogues We From A Place Where My Soul Still Dont Feel Free Where A Flag Means More Than Me(IN MISSISSIPPI) Verse 1 David Banner Still ridin cadillacs still bump in the back mothafuckas talk shit but we still in the hood mississippi in this thang pinky rang in my hand peanut butta top(lovin wood) crackas only come to buy crack and cracka cops only come to bust niggas who sell that We From A Place Where Dey Scream PIMP A HOE PIMP A HOE We From A Place Where Dey Still CHOP DEM BOES CHOP DEM BOES We From A Place Where Yo Grandmama still showin you love and we still eatin chicken in the club bitch CHORUS 2X VERSE 2- DAVID BANNER We From A Place Where mega evers live and mega evers died We From A Place What we chokin on sticky green to get high We From A Place Where ya used to come in the summatime now yall dont mention us in ya rhyme we kin folk ya we broke some talk wit a drawl but bitch we ball runnin through wit two techs screamin FUCK ALL YALL We From A Place where da rebel flag still aint burnin new schools but the black kids still aint learnin BOUT SHIT but hit da streets and learn to pimp on a bitch FIVE-O aw shit throw yo crack in the ditch and yall nigga run yall nigga run like forrest gump they got pumps and them crooked cops love to dump in mississippi CHORUS 2X 601 601 crooked letter crooked letter oh mississippi mississippi ohh wave ya hands from side to side 601 represent where you from you dont want none mississippi 601 da place were from mississippi 601 say 601 601 mississippi DAVID BANNER Hell yea mississippi you kno wut im talkin bout da home of da blues da dirtiest part of da south you kno wut im talkin bout the place where u get dem fish and dem criss muhfucka yea you kno wut im talkin bout delta muhfucka cotton you kno wut im talkin bout we bout to free da slaves nigga where yo grandmama from nigga yo ol one generation moved away slave ass booty fuck ass gank ass punk ass BITCH haha now come on home get u somethin to eat |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
its yo mutha f**kin nigga Lil Jon (ok) aka Quabo Jones (that's right) checkin out with that boy David Banner (yeah) and check this out right (whats up) all yall f**k niggas (f**k niggas) need to get the f**k out the club (get out bitch) all yall hate niggas (what) get the f**k out the club (get out) 'cause u talkin that shit (yeah) some shit might happen that's what i'm saying Chorus x2 Might Getcha Jaw Broke Might Getcha wig split Might Getch car shot up Might Getcha Door kicked Might Getcha kidnapped Might Getcha neck snapped Might Getcha your feelings hurt thinking this is just a rap |
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from David Banner - Mississippi [Screwed And Chopped] (2006)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
its yo mutha f**kin nigga Lil Jon (ok) aka Quabo Jones (that's right) checkin out with that boy David Banner (yeah) and check this out right (whats up) all yall f**k niggas (f**k niggas) need to get the f**k out the club (get out bitch) all yall hate niggas (what) get the f**k out the club (get out) 'cause u talkin that shit (yeah) some shit might happen that's what i'm saying Chorus x2 Might Getcha Jaw Broke Might Getcha wig split Might Getch car shot up Might Getcha Door kicked Might Getcha kidnapped Might Getcha neck snapped Might Getcha your feelings hurt thinking this is just a rap |
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