David Banner [Rap]

We don't have to worry bout no money, to have us a real good time
and we don't have to leave in the morning, the whole day just you and I,
and it don't have to get any better, it's perfect you in my life.

If you're cool, then I'm cool, then we're cool

We don't have to worry 'bout no groceries, we can fill up on love alone,
If we ain't got enough for a movie, we can just sit at home
Have a little role play baby, whatever turns you on

If you're cool, then I'm cool, then we're cool
If you're cool, then I'm cool, then we're cool

Quit your worrying baby
Quit your worrying girl
Quit your crying lady
We can conquer the world

Pack a li'l love for the evening, let me hold you tight
Don't be worried about my problems believe me- everything's gonna be alright
We can shoot for the moon watch cartoons, whatever makes you smile

If you're cool, then I'm cool, then we're cool
If you're cool, then I'm cool, then we're cool

Quit your worrying baby
Quit your worrying girl
Quit your crying lady
We can conquer the world

Ain't nobody worried 'bout no money, and we still gonna have a good time
Like JJ, Thelma, and Willona, we gonna have a good time
We can take a stroll in the park, holding hands walking side by side
Drop the top down on the 'lac, feel the breeze and take a li'l ride
You know I love the southern stuff baby
Fish and chicken with the hot fries
And we a perfect match, I'm the ham and you the good collard greens on the side

Don't worry girl
Don't worry.. No
We're alright
Hold On, Hold On

Quit your worrying baby
Quit your worrying girl
Quit your crying lady
We can conquer the world
We can conquer the world

(feat. Akon, Lil' Wayne & Snoop Dogg)

(2x) Chorus

I got a 9 mm
Ready to go off any minute
So you feel it
Because of the law I had to conseal it
If you fuck around you are make me revel it

(lil wayne)Tool on deck
Why would I lie
Nigga youz a pussy
Hope you got 9 lives
I could hit a nigga wit the 9-9 times
Country ass boy
Country like Leanne rimes
Mississippi d-banner
And lil weezy anna(lilousiana)
Everybody got tools
So you will need a hammer
Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sipping nigga
Im so high you couldn't reach me wit a fucking antenna
Your fucking wit this man
You can be this man dinner
The 9 give me brains
But the AK add lever
The rapper is insane
Flowing like a mad river
Make your ass quiver
Like you nekkad at winter
Hollygrove honcho
Hard time giver
Im a shark in the water
You just long john silver
I got a girl
You want to meet her
Her name is 9 milimeter

(2x) Chorus

(david banner)

If i got 9 slugs, 9 bullets gonna fly
If i got a red beam, 9 people gonna die
9 momma's gon cry, 9 spirits in the sky
9 preachers preachin, 9 sermons tellin 9 lies
Cause each and every one of yall 9 nigga's wasn't shit
I would of rather kept the 9 lugers in the ruger clips
The index finga slip i let the 9 spit
I lick em all like 18 tits on 9 chicks
Im a suicide risk, 9 slits on each wrist
If i died 9 times, the next go arounds a bitch
And if i come back i throw 99 souls
And shove 9 inches of dick in 99 hoes yall

(2x) Chorus

Snoop Dogg

Ima west coast original, Black John Wayne
Nigga here we from we like to pop that thing
(hey) you better stop that main,
Fat mouth the dawg and imma pop (pop) bang
Kids wanna bust me, hoes wanna suck me
Nigga's wanna touch me , none of that trust me
Im too slick to slide, never snitch i let it ride
I set aside, all my feelins when im killin, like a villian
Move quick like a cheetah, imma killa
I aint here to lock up, i flash the heeta and then lock ya whole block up
Dip dop deeta, Banner turn the beat up,
Illa for realla my nilla deal another card
You niggas always actin hard,
I keep a 9 mm in my waist and got two more in the car
Yeah you all bout to get so quit it,
Tryin to conseal it you fuck around and make me reveal it so kill it skillet

Chorus until end

(feat. Dre)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

You know ya man can't f*** like this
Go and lick my mouth girl betta don't kiss
But you can look at my d***
It ain't just low girl look at my wiff
Go and ride on my d***
Slide on down and work them hips (ya work them hips)
You can jump in the bed girl and break this bitch
Let me pull your hair
Slap your face
I'm feelin real freaky
I might want a taste

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Go and get your best friend
I really wanna f*** her too
We can do it all night long
And if you want girl she can do you
Do you really wanna make me happy
Then you can come and ride my pole
You can bring all your girls
I'm a make them all scream my ohh
Do you like it when I grab your neck
And squeeze it till your face turn blue
Would you please come and sign this wavor
If ya pass out girl you can't sue

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Gig like a horse you can ride on now
This is what you get when you come down south
I said come down south
Don't trip on the first date
Put it in your mouth
Uh I like real world sex
When you slide it down low but ya feel it in your neck
And I don't need know help I can dig it all out I'm a walkin historec

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
Well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)

Bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
It still sound like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Yea
Hold Up

Dis for that mother fucking
Bitch ass nigga
Dis for that
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like

It's that body guard nigga
Dat snitched on TIP
It's your cousin or your homeboy
Told on Mike Vick
It's dat middle class nigga man
Tryna sell dope
Get caught
Turn bitch
An go an snitch on his folks
Yea
Now you wanna go
Too many live in the trap
He ain't have to turn Fed
We ain't do it like that
Boy I got a remidy
For des Snitches at the crib
You can't neva come home
Bitch we know where you live
Thugs grab your AK's
Girls grab your 22's
Lets take it to da streets
And show des snitches what it do
You motha fuckin

Bitch ass nigga
Dis for that
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Yeah
Hold up

Dis for that mother fucking
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bithc ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Yeah
Hold up

This is for my bloods
And this is for my crypts
Throw your sets up
One nation in this bitch
We so quick to kill each other
And the hoods where we from
But we hide the AK's when the fucking Feds come
De neva forget about us, lurcing around where we stay
We turn our fucking cheek and let dem faggits walk away
But god gave me a vision and now a thug sees
What would happen in da hood
If the vice lords and G's
All came together
Blue and red flags
Raisin a nation of black nigga ain't it sad
We got too many cowards
That'll let dem bullets pop
Cuz they'd rather get paid
And watch the young kids die
You motha fuckin

Bitch ass nigga
Dis for that
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Yeah
Hold up

Dis for that
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Yeah
Hold up

I'm talking about the b-i-t-c-h-s n-i double gg-a-a
Let hit em with da AK
Yeah I'm talking about da AK
Man I'm talking about your home boy dats trying to fuck your girl when you in the wars with your main bay bay
Yeah I'm talking about Iraq
Lets stick that motha fucka when you come back
Lets hit him in da face with a ball bat
I mean a baseball
I mean fuck ya'll
I mean fuck him
Man I'm talking about dem niggas that'll stay in your house,
You put food his mouth
And dat nigga run out
Bitch you know who I'm talking bout
With your fat ass
If I get you round here then its gun blast
Click clack on your punk ass
One shot to your mother fucking head
And you fall then I hope that you die fast
Or you die slow
Ain't no hoe, I'm a blood man
Thug till da day that I die
Mississppi in dis bitch
That ain't no lie,
If you wanna kill me bitch go and try
Mother fuckin

Bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga

Bitch ass nigga
Dis for that
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
Yeah hold up

Bitch ass nigga
Dis for that
Bitch ass nigga
It's for that
Bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
You wanna do something bitch ass nigga
Still sounds like
Yeah hold up

See what I'm talking about
Fuck dem mother fucking cops
We gotta start handle these pussy ass niggas
In our own mother fucking community
See they ain't going to do anything about these mother fucking snitches
Cuz it helps America my nigga
You know what I'm talking about
We gonna have to handle these pussy ass, punk ass, fuck, in the ass,
Ooooh I hate you niggas

[Chorus]
It was just me in that red Astro van
A box of cd's and a pistol in my hand
A pistol in my hand, a pistol in my hand
It was just me in that red Astro van
A box of cd's and a pistol in my hand
A pistol in my hand, a pistol in my hand
Yeah them boys talk down and they all going hey
I give it all to the Lord so I called this song Faith!
I called this song faith, yeah

Mississippi nigga with a 50 sack of weed
I told them I got that Cali but this here from Tennessee
Sick of leavin' over knees so I had to move quick
I ain't tryin' to ball pimp I'm just tryin' to hit a lick
Then I met this young miss it was back in 96
At a house party rollin' up some dolja in a swiss
Really thought she was a trick so I hit her with my pimp game
Step out to my lac and I'ma show you how to grip grain
I'ma show you how to mix them sprite with them eights
Show you how to ride rock steady on them skates
At the time I never knew this girl would be my soul mate
She said keep me close and ill keep your ass safe
Then I taught country slang and we rolled from my estate
Gave her an AR and started bustin' on them fakes
Then she whispered in my ear no matter how long it takes
You can make it, every myth about your home and your state
We can break it, and no matter what you do let them boys know you smart
Stand up for the poor and keep God in your heart
Now matter what you do let them boys know you smart
Stand up for the poor and keep God in your heart

[Chorus]

I remember falling to my knees asking God for some tracks
He said, make your own son you ain't gotta sell crack
Cut them sappers like they raw and let them fiends smoke that
Go to N-Y-C on faith, im thinking to myself my Lord is that safe?
Uncle Swac gave me a pistol and I left the next day
Homies in Manhattan till I met Mrs. D-A-Y
In her home she let me stay, studio to studio
Me I'm on my grind, everybody at the crib thought I lost my damn mind
The Noreaga bossed up and bought a beat
This put me on feet, I found a damn way to eat my Lord

[Chorus]

Two years later I'm in the A pimp
But in my soul I feel I need to move back to the Simp
A town they showed me love, they put me on the map
But if I love mississippi I gotta move back
So stop in Birmingham man just for a minute
Niggas stole my red van man and everything in it
Drum machine keyboard and all of my clothes
But I had my pistol with me I'ma kill these hoes
When I left I was with little homie in the Regal
So I grabbed my cell phone and I called Big Siegel
I said, "Meet me in the Ham big boy it's going down"
God yelled, "Stop my son and turn around!"
They took your possessions but your souls on safe ground
2 months later I was riding through the Ham
Gotta ten million dollar deal yall, damn!
Haha thats faith my nigga,
Thank you Lord, thank you

(feat. Jazze Pha)

[Chorus:]
I know somebody fly who wants to come by and take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
And I know somebody fly who loves to come by take off all her clothes and freak me for free.

[Verse 1:]
I know the truth girl you be sick of making love, you rather get clubbed by a South Side thug.
No kiss no hug no going to the club, no talking on the phone but turn that ass up.
No money in the bank but we can't blow the bank.
Come lay in my lap let me feel what your thinking ya you do look good, the trick I ain't - let me shake that ass - put me in the pain - put me in the pain - let me weigh it in a pinch - let me long drop shot and watch it all in the seat - jump back - jump back all out in the morning - let you all wet drippin and pourin.

[Chorus:]
I know somebody fly who wants to come by and take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
And I know somebody fly who loves to come by take off all her clothes and freak me for free.

[Verse 2:]
I know you see me watching girl don't trip go grab your coat on the rack and let's dip - your a grown ass woman don't play no games - don't lie to yourself let's leave these lames - leave these lames. Let's dip in the bed nobody gots to know get lost in the [? ] - let's fall out of control - get lost in the [? ] but me I get [? ] I got cash but now I want sex - want sex - but you can leave with a [? ] or an autograph copy of my song like a pimp - or a gum or a mint whatever you need. But your boy can't get no cheese.

[Chorus:]
I know somebody fly who wants to come by and take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
And I know somebody fly who loves to come by take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
I - know somebody fly

[Short Verse 1:]
Let me come by just [? ] Fix a plate of food and I ate it - just did - fixing on the pepper mill she's got her own grill.

[Hook:]
I know somebody fly who wants to come by and take off all her clothes

[Short Verse 2:]
And lay down on the floor - she's a queen but she like it when I treat her like a hoe - [? ] make her good make her - make her say scream no - pull her hair it's good and straight to the door - no talk we keep it on the low

[Hook:]
I know somebody fly who wants to come by and take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
And I know somebody fly who loves to come by take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
Fly - take off all her clothes and freak me for free.

Young Joc:
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

David Banner:
Got a chip in my engine26 inch
rimsgot fade away money
bitch i'm ballin out the gym
got my old school pumpin
hit wheel on reclineif you think a nigga broke
you out yo monkey ass mind(yeah)
diamonds on my pinky(yeah)
hand on the pine
touch and die yo mama do the second line(yeah)
screens fallin from the sky
syrup fallin in my cup
old school chevy thang
comin down(nigga) what
got diamonds in my mouth
got som gucci on my seat
got g's on my(ay)
bitch its cold when i speak
got a freak on my arm got a charm around my neck
you can gone pass the mike
watch i'm bout to catch wreck
still screamin out mayne
pistol in my handsouthside so thowed
(thowed in the game)
big face on my chain
84's on the frame
big bodies comin down hoggin up both lanes

stuntin(stuntin)is a habit
get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

Chris Brown:
The name you know of
A little bit change now your boy done blown up
And I’m doing things that gets exposed
Stunting aint a thing to me
And it’s obvious it’s plain to see
That you gone make us both
Get into some things
That’ll scare grown folks
Shi* they might even say
You should leave me alone


Don’t be scared
You need to get like me
Stunting is a habit
Just gotta have it
Shawty can throw anything at me
I’m gonna bag it
When she sees the carrots
They real just like a rabbit
Can’t no other boy
Do the things you like
He aint your type
Change your life
But if you did your homework
Girl I’m pretty sure you know what I got
Drop top singing know Jones and Banner gonna roll
Let me stop
Stunting is a Habit

stuntin(stuntin)is a habit
get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

Jim Jones:
They told me stuntin' was an artform
(like Da Vinci)
Winter time no top but the car on
(Lambourgini)
We don't park we leave the car on
The bad ____ gimme ____
The say my rides like Purple label
My garage like horses in the stable
(horsees)
Cars all pretty
hard or more drippy like the Frankie better
It's banks stopped all betters
It's tank top in good weather
Mostly indoor wit it
Treat out whips like our bitches
We take the top off
and then we jump off in they _____
just like we jump up in the _____
They say we smoke good
Puff ferraris up in dope hoods
Because we so hood it's all good
Say stuntin' is a habit so put it in the air
So 100 thounsand worth of carrots
so I put it in my hand

stuntin(stuntin)is a habit
get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

For my niggas in da burland
My niggas in da roads
Old school killa J nigga
You know what I'm sayin Mac

Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out

I never gave a f**k to find a pussy in da club
And get your ass stone shot
And watch your body fold up, hold up, role up
Catch your mother f**kin elbow in da club
I put the brass through the asswhole
Cause I know or not these haters wanna see a nigga fall
And I filthy f**kin rich and I'm a continue to ball
I'm gonna punch you in your throat and make you piss all in yo draws
Like a sucka for them laws
Sawed off
Sawed off
Off dead bodies hawed off
I got somethin for yo crib
Cotail
Mollytall (Mollytall)
Man you f**kin with the boss
And you get what you deserve
For thinkin da niggas soft

Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out

Boys from da hood
But the hood is a fool
Rather rich a dead rope
Bitch get choke
Don't come
Grad the pistol from da back and blow it up
Yo bitch last night
That pussy I tore it up
I'm a gorilla with figures and milla willa
And any nigga whos sayin killa
But he ain't a killa
If you a killa
Rubba nigga with yo f**kin bare hands
That's a real man
Know wat I'm sayin
Bitch I ain't playin

Ya'll a Ya'll a Ya'll a
Bitch I'm back
I'm a knock yo ass out
Shove yo chick off in da lab
Put a dick off in her mouth
Let yo kids catch that
Put some dead locks in tho mouth
Let yo kids catch that

Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out

Ya'll fist up nigga when yo ass cross da club
Ya'll fist up nigga when yo ass cross da club
And knock that nigga out
And knock that nigga out
Ya'll fist up nigga when yo ass cross da club
Ya'll fist up nigga when yo ass cross da club
And knock that nigga out
And knock that nigga out

Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Ain't no nigga talk shit
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
Punch dat nigga in the face
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
I bet my whole stack
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out
You can't knock a nigga out

(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 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

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.

Young Joc:
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

David Banner:
Got a chip in my engine26 inch
rimsgot fade away money
bitch i'm ballin out the gym
got my old school pumpin
hit wheel on reclineif you think a nigga broke
you out yo monkey ass mind(yeah)
diamonds on my pinky(yeah)
hand on the pine
touch and die yo mama do the second line(yeah)
screens fallin from the sky
syrup fallin in my cup
old school chevy thang
comin down(nigga) what
got diamonds in my mouth
got som gucci on my seat
got g's on my(ay)
bitch its cold when i speak
got a freak on my arm got a charm around my neck
you can gone pass the mike
watch i'm bout to catch wreck
still screamin out mayne
pistol in my handsouthside so thowed
(thowed in the game)
big face on my chain
84's on the frame
big bodies comin down hoggin up both lanes

stuntin(stuntin)is a habit
get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

Chris Brown:
The name you know of
A little bit change now your boy done blown up
And I’m doing things that gets exposed
Stunting aint a thing to me
And it’s obvious it’s plain to see
That you gone make us both
Get into some things
That’ll scare grown folks
Shi* they might even say
You should leave me alone


Don’t be scared
You need to get like me
Stunting is a habit
Just gotta have it
Shawty can throw anything at me
I’m gonna bag it
When she sees the carrots
They real just like a rabbit
Can’t no other boy
Do the things you like
He aint your type
Change your life
But if you did your homework
Girl I’m pretty sure you know what I got
Drop top singing know Jones and Banner gonna roll
Let me stop
Stunting is a Habit

stuntin(stuntin)is a habit
get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

Jim Jones:
They told me stuntin' was an artform
(like Da Vinci)
Winter time no top but the car on
(Lambourgini)
We don't park we leave the car on
The bad ____ gimme ____
The say my rides like Purple label
My garage like horses in the stable
(horsees)
Cars all pretty
hard or more drippy like the Frankie better
It's banks stopped all betters
It's tank top in good weather
Mostly indoor wit it
Treat out whips like our bitches
We take the top off
and then we jump off in they _____
just like we jump up in the _____
They say we smoke good
Puff ferraris up in dope hoods
Because we so hood it's all good
Say stuntin' is a habit so put it in the air
So 100 thounsand worth of carrots
so I put it in my hand

stuntin(stuntin)is a habit
get like me
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the
(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy
with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit
put it in the air
Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit

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…

(Intro)
It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
This one's for you, yeah!
Cadillacs on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack these beats..

(Chorus - repeat 2x)
Cadillacs on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey!

(Verse)
God I know that we pimp
God I know that we wrong
God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs
I know these kids are listening
I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do right
I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And shit wrong wit balling
But my soul is just stelly (steadily) balling
And the sex and the dead, and the other jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?

(Chorus)

(Verse)
Lord they hum Andre Jones
Lord they hum Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is stelly pumping
My heart is stelly breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wuttin born in the first place
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm gettin so old
I dunno if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

(Chorus (2x))

David Banner:
Yeah he buy you clothes I hit it from the back
Yeah he drive a benz i'm in a woodwill Cadillac
He readin you poetry while i'm spittting this country game
You want us just play this pimpin' don't be ashamed
Its a shame these soft pretty boy mean nothin'
since these that comin' through for you then start busting
We out cussin like macks and ready for car jacks
rollin' up on a slab with yak and some fat sacks LIKE THAT, yeah

Sky: All these bars all these cars all these big time superstars
All these ladies at this bar watch these haters play their parts
you can't stop me or my pimpin'
cause you lame and you be simpin
i'm like Micheal you be Pippen'
table Dance but Sky ain't tippin'

Sky: the sight of you
the smell of you
the way you move
has got me in the mood
you seem so cool
you're style is smooth
my search is done
'cause i found you
9:15 and baby the night is young plus you you told me that you were gonna
give me sooommmee...

Chourus:

hey baby girl what's your name who wit
do you do wanna get down with this pimpin' lil' trick
tell me what you like
what you love we can do no matter what it is i can make it come true
never gave da benz the ferrari or the lac tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that
i'm givin you the chance dis the opportunity
you can have it all but ya gotta choose me

Sky: came in theresa, Michelle and Felicia, Jackie and Rene', Raquel and Shey Shey,
Erica and Kiki, Shimiki, Shone, and Mi Mi, Beverly, Byina, Teritone and Hottie,
aww Janae and Jane, Mocoa and Blue Flame, Carolyn and Marilyn and Angie and Shamane
Brandie and Aleyah Shamari and Nakeisha, Shawna and Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa

Sky: the sight of you
the smell of you
the way you move
has got me in the mood
you seem so cool
you're style is smooth
my search is done {X2 while chorus repeats in background}

David Banner: choose me big Banner the back beater
the dubz can't fit on the truck they caught fevers
25 inches i can clear the benches or we can go up and down like them rug bitches
let them hatin witches they gonna wish for hate
but they all scream damn while ya masturbate
the worm on the hook i can whip and cook hit the block with chunky socks while you hit the books
i make that sacrifice like Jesus preachers on them lames
i'm true with how i feel, no fingers crossed dis ain't no game,
but you a pimp mayn i promise yall that i can change
like a chameleon the colors on your rings n thangs

Sky: you can have what you want
if you give me what i need,
i know you have a lot of options{so many other ways}
but baby you belong with me ohhhhh ohhhhhh

(chorus)

(Chorus)
Got me living that fast life
I think a nigga need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah

(Verse One)
Oh, might take your golds
Oh, might take your shit
Leave me your dope and your girl
Might pimp on that bitch
Got a tech and I'm sprayin
Look man, huh, I'm just sayin
Cause I'm smiling and bustin
Y'all bitches think that I'm playin
From the home of the trill
Cadillac and wood wheel
Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill
Give a shit how you feel
Bitch I'm cockin to buck
We could fight or just bust off these slugs
I could give a fuck, yeah!!

(Chorus)

(Verse Two)
High gone off that dro
Bitch nigga what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Then tired then po'
So get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-blow
From this uh forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-trill
In this C-Coupe Deville
Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin them hills
Girls poppin them pills
Trying to buy some la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!

(Chorus)

(Bridge: repeat 2X)
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swisha sweet
Fill it up with dro
Nigga you know
What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere

(David Banner)
All my real niggaz sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swisha sweets nigga and
Smoke on, smoke on

(Chorus)

(Pastor Troy & David Banner)
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!

(Chorus - repeat 3x)
(PT:) These niggaz wanna hate?!
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) These niggaz wanna mug?!
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) Wanna run up on a thug?!
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) I'm a pump them a slug!
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!

(Verse: Pastor Troy)
My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it
Some niggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right
Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!
You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle
Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz

(Chorus)

(Verse: David Banner)
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!
Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit
I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip
So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's
Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits
Tell em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"
And spelling redrum backwards in yo two way, all life

(Chorus)

(Bridge: David Banner)
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up

(Chorus)
(PT:) Police wanna stop the trill
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) Wanna ride in the chromie grill
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) I'm a bust the blue steel
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) Girl get loose and pop the pill
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!

(Verse: Pastor Troy)
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight
If I die tonight, man fuck em all good
Cause I left this bitch quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!

(PT:) YEAH!
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) YEAH! YEAH!
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) Say fuck them niggaz
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!
(PT:) Say fuck them niggaz
(DB:) Fuck them niggaz!

(Chorus - to fade)

David Banner
Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (3x)
Lil Flip
Like a Pimp
David Banner
Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (2x)
Lil Flip
Like a pimp
David Banner
Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (2x)

Lil Flip
By the time I hit the door
I saw hoes on the flo'
Niggas dressed in suits
Tricking all they dough
Me I'm a pimp
I ain't paying for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car
Or a new Rolex
Cause I got street fame
So hoes flock like birds
I got one hoe in the range
And another in the surbs'
When I hit the club
Imma be wit David Banner
A thug ass nigga
Wit bad table manners
We act bad (my nigga what is y'all saying)
Like when we walk inside clubs
Niggas hold they gal's hand
Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night
How could yo gal leave me
And be wit you all night
But it's all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too $hort said
Bitches ain't shit
I tried to told ya
That most girls really freaks
And dis is how they gotta
Make they money every week

(Chorus: repeat 4x)
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
Like a pimp

David Banner
Step into club looking just like a pimp
We got cash so we screaming out "shake something bitch"
This is your song
Tell the DJ put it on
Micheal Tyler made you shake
Sisqo made you show your thong
Bitch I'm dead wrong
The playa from the crib
So get out on the flo'
And girl get it how you live
And since you so hot (hot)
Then show yo pussy lips
You go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip
Bitch don't trip
Ain't a damn thang changed
I still love my queen
But bitches keep me to the game
So if you gotta hoe
Shake 'em up and let em go uhh
And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a Pimp

(Chorus)

Lil Flip
Now don't you hate them ole'
Lying ass hoes
Smiling in your face
Wearing her best friends clothes
I suppose
They like the way me and Banner pimp
You can catch us at Poppa Do's
Eating steak and shrimp

David Banner
Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it up
Flip whipping Cali trucks
Guls licking my nuts
We some south side pimps
And we ain't giving a fuck
Fuck yo gul up in the throat
And make her swallow the nut

Lil Flip
We make em
Swallow the nut so
Follow the truck
Lil Flip and David Banner
We got all of the bucks and
All of they sluts and
All of the hoes
So drop it like it's hot girl
Touch yo fucking toes
Oohh

David Banner
Gone touch yo toes and
Make me a roll and
Gone hit the mall
And buy me some clothes mayne
And if yo boy trip
Imma bust a clip
Y'all bitches can't fuck wit me
And

Lil Flip
Lil Flip Nigga
Nigga, Nigga
Yea nigga
This for the real money makin' niggas out there you know
Get yo mother fucking money
Don't worry bout the next nigga
Get yo mother fucking money
Get yo mother fucking money nigga
Uh get your money money
Money money

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

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

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

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)

(Chorus: Magic)
Now we can take a walk to my truck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
And I ain't tryin to say you're a duck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
And I ain't tryin to say you're a ho (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
But bitch I'm doin bad and I'm broke (BITCH I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho (YEA!)
And I ain't payin for shit, I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)

(Verse One: Magic)
Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin all the loot
Sick of lyin to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth
A brother doin bad, buy your own f**kin drank
Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin for my bank
I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a jew
So if you're, lookin for love bitch you know what to do
Find a man, cause I ain't givin nuttin but dick
If you insulted? Grab your f**kin pussy and split!
Callin my phone, tryin to get in V.I.P.
I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free
If you're, wit it I'm wit it, if you're not get-the-f**k ho
Thinkin a nigga get you treated like a buck ho

(Chorus)

(Verse Two: David Banner)
Let me hold somethin Banner - look you cain't hold shit
Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin like a bitch
Get some motherf**kin nuts, be a motherf**kin man
Y'all them same niggaz laughin when I step off in that van


Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan ho
Get up off my nuts and start your own f**kin band ho
Grab some f**kin chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick
Even if you had a pussy bitch I wouldn't splurge trick
Man I'm comin down hard, pullin pussy niggaz cards
If you don't like it KNUCKLE UP and take it to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch!

(Chorus)

(Verse Three: Lil' Boosie)
Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream
Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean"
Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play
I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J.
Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses, and stallions
But if you got that fire cat {?} Boosie he ain't gone
You want your bread fire really you can get it
But we linin like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it
I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin the hype
Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina & Ike
I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight
And we fo' sho' to hittin somethin at the telly tonight
I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin 'em on they cheeks
I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat
Now I'm skeetin on the sheets, headed to another city
Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga

(Chorus)

(David Banner talking)
I wish I had my pistol.
Miggas, think the south is a fad nigga.
I went back and picked up my nigga B.G.
We gon crank this mug.
Soutside motherf**ker!!!!

Chorus
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em.
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em.

Verse 1
(David Banner)
I'm hittin you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops from a f**king glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me David Ban.
The man with a plan to put your ass in some land.
Bitch!!!

Chorus

Verse 2
(B.G.)
Nigga, where I'm from,
All we do is kill and hustle,
If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block that got they're stash took,
The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I dont sleep.
How Imma sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we live like we in Pakistan,
I got the mac in my pants, and I got crack in my hands.
I give it how you want it; I take it how it come.
They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little soldier; I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me.

Chorus

Verse 3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont know what to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through *****
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John
Imma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the club with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.

Chorus

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

the candy lady told me
it's y'all late
dem demons comin'
my souls tight
bodys old, let im sick of runnin
you better pray
one day, look you gotta choose
right or wrong, you gone, young man make a move
revelations drawn closer
man a 3 headed beast
the chosen one might not rise from the east
south side ima ride till the gas gone
i wish i could call jesus up on the phone
like lord im still burnin from the slave trade
cant reproduce 'cause our folks got aids
the black folks is killin' black folks, not gays
i spray the AK and pray, why were you late

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

cut my wrists in fear
when do i go from here
my mind's less than clear
do i turn in shame
from what could save
do i find my knees and pray?

its great, lord
im sorry for my sins
i prepare for the end
you just let me know when
its hard like a boulder
this world's gettin colder
but ima stand strong
till you call for your soldiers

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

let the devil come and go
tell em let my soul be
'cause i got the lord with me

let the devil come and go
tell em let my soul be
'cause i got the lord with me

we were blind now we see
in the end we'll be free

we were blind now we see
in the end we'll be free

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die
we're just tryin to get by
tell em meet me at the crossroads
if your the good or the bad
if you gotta choose now
we gonna make it some how
tell em meet me at the crossroads

tell em meet me at the crossroads

[David Banner]
WOO! Oh.. She looks so beautiful, don't you agree?
Girl, you know what I think you should do right now?
You should just take off all of your clothes
Every article of clothing, except for the,
Leave the pumps on girl, I like that
Enough of the kissin and huggin..

[Chorus x2]
We should be fuckin, on da bed on da couch now,
Fuckin, fuckin, fuckin..
From the front to the living room, we should be fuckin

[David Banner]
Let the boys make love,
Let me fuck ya from da back, hair pullin, hot wax
They won't do it like dat,
They can't do it like this,
They won't tie you by your wrist
And spank ya lil sexy bad ass, cum quick (hey),
Yea I know you hard at work
Yea I know your boss a jerk,
You can come to da platter, tie you up, witcha skirt
Let ya man make love,
Let me bring ya to da crib, you a big city gurl
Let me show you where I live,
Gotta pond in da front, gotta lake in da back
If you wanna pop da trunk,
We can do it in da lac,
Got a dick like a horse
Let me see you take that

[Chorus]

[David Banner]
Girl gon' lose ya mind,
Let my dick touch your spine,
Cum 4 or 5 times,
Southside bump-n-grind
Young lady stand in line,
But I wanna fuck you,
And all ya freaky dreams I wanna make come true,
Like fuckin on da back porch,
Gon' let it out,
Or we can fuck in time square I make you scream Dirty South
Damn I ain't tryna run game,
But I will make you scream my name (David Banner),
Yea my G5 just an airplane,
Take it how you want it girl pleasure or pain (hey),
Yea cuz ya dealin wit a mack now,
Go and tell ya friends dat I blew ya back out

[Chorus]

[Jazze Pha]
When ya step into the crib,
Get in your birthday suit,
Girl leave on ya heels
And get it ready for daddy,
I guarantee your satisfaction,
I hope your ready for action
I'm in da mood (baby),
Forget ya nigga,
Stand and revizzle put ya back into it
When I work da middle,
(make it hurt a little)
When I hit it from the back girl

[Chorus]

It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South
Let's walk!

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

We represent Memphis, 'Sippi
And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer
Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype
No cut or no arm 'n' hammer

Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole
Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow
So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch!

We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist
Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips
Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss
And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift

Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set
Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net
Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest
If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch!

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Now we can get it buck in da club
With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain
Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang
Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me
Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat

Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight
Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight
Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard
Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered

I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner
Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave
'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist
You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit
Kids don't count when you buck back too hard
Get ready to finish anything that you start

Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown
I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town
Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips
Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip

Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip
Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip
I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume
Never been a trick, neva eva played

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga
South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch

This hot shit by David Banner
You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga
I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga
You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea

I'd like to welcome ya'll back to Mississippi,
Yea, I missed ya'll niggas.
I just want you to know (YEAH), God is for the thugs too.(YEAH)

Chorus:
This is for my thug niggas, all the pimps and the drug dealers, theives and the motherf**kin killers.
The ones who aint never had shit, that's why we get crunk in this bitch.
This is for my thug niggas, all the pimps and the drug dealers, theives and the motherf**kin killers.
The ones who aint never had shit, that's why we get crunk in this bitch.

Verse 1:
Daddy in the pen, momma out suckin dick,
I aint never had fam so I ride with my click.
Said I die for my click, jealous hoes die too,
I would have been a lawyer by the age of 22,
But I won't so I don't give a f**k about killing dudes.
I sell crack too, I will jack dudes,
I dropped out of school to buy my daughter some food.
And her momma don't live around here no more.
They took her life when they kicked in my door.
Yelling bitch where the dope, then blow, blow, blow
They thought I was a beast, tell the bitch look now,
Imma smoke my weed, Imma f**k me a hoe,
Imma want your dough, Imma kick your do',
Imma slap your hoe, Imma take your date,
When I think about the Lord I got to see one day. I'm sorry...

Chorus

Verse 2:
Imma get me a 'laq, Imma ride down ten,
Imma pray to the lord, I won't die in the pen.
Gotta serve for my sins, Imma serve me a cop,
I gotta watch my back for the f**kin' undercovers.

Yelling:F**k the clips!!! F**k the PD!!! F**k em!! Bitch

Imma come up to the crib, Imma flood my block,
Imma ride downtown, yelling f**k Trent Lott.
They done raped grandmama, they done took our land,
Now they wonder why a nigga don't give a hot damn, damn, damn....

Chorus

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

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)

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

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