David Banner [Rap]

(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

(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

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

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

(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

(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

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.

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)

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)

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

(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)

(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)

(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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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