B.G. - Bloody War lyrics

[Intro: David Banner] I wish I had my pistol n***as think the south is a motherf**ing fad, n***a I went back and picked up my n***a B.G We gon' crank this mug Southside, motherf**er! [Chorus: David Banner and B.G.] 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? [Chorus: 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 b**hes With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds Thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead I want that n***a to come that sh**, so I can get it back and go beat that b**h 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 a** 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 n***as, Imma co*k back and put a hot dime in you n***as That's ten shots, ten pops from a f**ing Glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block Knock, Knock. Who is it? b**h, call me David Ban The man with a plan to put your a** in some land b**h!!! [Chorus] [Verse 2: B.G.] n***a, where I'm from All we do is k** and hustle If you come slipping without that pistol, you in trouble I'd insult n***as, on a block that got they're stash took The n***as who took it turned around and got his a** busted I'm out here, half the time I don't sleep How I'mma 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 don't know what to say Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day A AK totter, 1st quarter, flipping through Psalms Sweat on my palms, bomb a** 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 I'mma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm If you k** me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms n***a (B.G.) My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the game now I tell her momma don't trip, it's too late to change now I'm 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]