David Banner - f** 'Em lyrics

[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)] (Hahaha) 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! [Chorus x3] [PT:] These n***az wanna hate?! [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] These n***az wanna mug?! [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?! [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] I'm a pump them a slug! [DB:] f** them n***az! [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, b**h this ain't no camera trick Ain't no stunt man needed, b**h you best to believe it Some n***az say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right Them same motherf**ing n***az gon' get robbed tonight You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war These n***az 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 fu*k you gon' settle b**h you better settle down I'm a real a** n***a I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherfu*k them n***az [Chorus] [Verse: David Banner] 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 wit 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 wit black .44s and Calico's Give a fu*k what a b**h n***a know, you know this You getting stuck like Al Green and a b**h 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 bread raw 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:] f** them n***az! [PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill? [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] You my down wit a b**h a feel (?) [DB:] f** them n***az! [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 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 wit a jack top man? I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!! [PT:] YEAH! [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] YEAH! YEAH! [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] Say f** them n***az [DB:] f** them n***az! [PT:] Say f** them n***az [DB:] f** them n***az! [Chorus - to fade]