David Banner - Mama's House lyrics

One of the most phenominal feats of all time Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner hoe [Hook x2: David Banner] Let's take this sh** to his mama's house, his mama's house Let's take this sh** to his mama's house, his mama's house Pull that b**h out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face Pull that b**h out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face [Verse 1 - David Banner] Hoe I ain't got respect, I'm comin' straight to ya crib Drag you out in the yard, run a shank through ya ribs I said boy, dirty, dirty boy What you think that these bullets and guns is made for? Bustin' on a b**h, ditches is where it lye Bullets fly through the air, tell them crackers to die I'm the trillest, clack-up, peel-it Dumpin' slugs til' you feel us Banner, Frekaznatcha, ridin' until you k** us f** it and if we die tell mama never to cry I'm comin' back like Jason, bumpin' that "Playa Fly" Higher than a b**h, gone off that 'dro Yeah I'm dead though, but pat'nah no I ain't no hoe [Hook] [Bridge: Frekaznatcha] Keep my name out ya mouth, keep my name out ya mouth Fo' we run up in yo house, fo' we run up in yo house [x2] [Verse 2: Frekaznatcha] So you claimin' that you head bustin' Come and feel these leads thrustin' Me and my n***az ain't scared of nuthin' Wanna see some red rushin' Mississippi burnin' this Alabama turnin' this Together we got that fire b**h Biggin' up we ride b**h Bet ya you won't step outside trick Come step outside trick You don't wanna collide with My crew, we ride b**h Sicker than a motherf**er Crazy like them terrorist f**as When we hit yo block you duck us When we hit yo block it's ruwkus [Hook] [Frekaznatcha: Talking] At yo mama's house n***a Muthaf**a ... Goddamn ... Weak b**h At yo mama's house n***a Muthaf**a ... Goddamn ... Weak b**h [David Banner] Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that n***a in the yard Then ya stomp that a** out, screamin' "b**h you ain't hard" Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that n***a in the yard Then ya stomp that a** out, screamin' "b**h you ain't hard" I don't wanna be a thug, but f** around in the club I'm knockin' yo a** out, then dancin' off in yo blood Tell ya mama that I'm sorry, but yo a** gotta go Might bring yo a** out, or I'm kickin' in ya dough [Hook]