David Banner - f** 'Em (Ft. Pastor Troy) lyrics

Yo yo Bone Crusher Ya'll know what time it is Yeah n***a, this your boy Pastor Troy Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta, n***a! Yo, yo These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as 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 with Banner Mississippi putting it down with Atlanta No cameras, b**h this ain't no camera trick Ain't no stunt man needed, b**h you best to believe it Some n***as say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right Them same motherf**ing n***as gon' get robbed tonight You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war These n***as taking me light, how you gon' take the .44? I ain't no hoe my n***a, so don't you tamp-on me Leave ya R.I.P., b**h this DSGP You see the horns on my head? n***a you know I'm the devil And I pack heavy metal, what the f** you gon' settle b**h, you better settle down I'm a real a** n***a I'm strictly 'bout my scrilla, motherf** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela Who I be? This Mississippi trill n***a! f** a hater b**h, s** a dis I'm down to take 9 with a thirty something clip And bust it on a b**h, to me it ain't sh** 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 with black .44's and Calico's Give a f** what a b**h n***a know, you know this You getting stuck like Al Green and a b**h with some hot grits Tell 'em Yankees this a new day Y'all gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "You wait!" And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life [Incomprehensible] These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as Now put yo bangers up Now put yo fingers up Now put yo fingers up Now put yo fingers up Police wanna stop the trill f** them n***as Wanna ride in the chromie grill f** them n***as I'm a bust the blue steel f** them n***as How you's gon' hate with a stack of mill? f** them n***as Girl get loose and pop the pill f** them n***as You my down wit a b**h a feel f** them n***as Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight Tell 'em thugs get ya boys we gon' ride tonight If I die tonight, man f** 'em all good 'Cause I left this b**h quiver left and would ride man choo What this hoe really wan' do? f** or s** the stick Like ooh, don't f** me naw n***a, I'll f** you Two, three in your face till you're blue, black Would you f** her with a jack top man? I'll shoot ya in your back like blat blat blat Yeah f** them n***as Yeah yeah f** them n***as Say f** them n***as f** them n***as Say f** them n***as f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as These n***as wanna hate? f** them n***as These n***as wanna mug? f** them n***as Wanna run up on a thug? f** them n***as I'm a pump them a slug f** them n***as