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"The Greatest Story Ever Told" (2008)

So Long Lyrics – David Banner

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 Doors Lyrics – David Banner (feat. UGK, Young Dro & Kandi Burruss)

David, David, David,
David, David, David,
David Banner Nigga

[Chorus: x2]
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors I'm Planning To Live Big

[Verse 1: David Banner]
I can give a fuck about you niggas and you
Hoes sitting in my black escalade got some
Suicide doors inside peanut butter peter
Pan brown I'm a country ass nigga with some
Dues on the ground show the motherfucking
Hollering skating meet me down the street
Sippin on some purple while your baby momma
Sucking me talk about my seed then it's skeet
If you fuck with me I don't have to throw a
Bitch to show you I'm a fucking G A to the
N to the G S C R some country ass niggasfrom
The sippi so we are man I got some dro mang
You can bring the cigar we can hit the dirrty
You buy off the bizzare

[Chorus: x2]
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors I'm Planning To Live Big

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Suicide doors and a blonde hair gene it's
Not a damn chop it's a real Lamborghini 25
Shows in the circuit in the side ain't got
No bodyguards just need my guard these
Niggas mighty fraud I see it there stance
And a ho and I know that it gots a pussy
In his pants nigga I got your advance on my
Pinky ring bitch Pimp C bitch A 3 bitch
Need whole key bitch weigh me 1 3 bitch my
Uzi weighs a ton I bought a necklace for my
Dick and my nuts got there own Myspace page
Hit my balls 25 thous on a day bitch bitch
Bitch bitch bitch bitch hold up hold up
Bitch

[Chorus:]
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors I'm Planning To Live Big OK

[Verse 3: Kandi]
Pile of them niggas who know how to roll in
Them old school cars with them suicide doors
Every bitch want him 'cause he's riding so
Cold but I'm chillin on his side and we
Stuntin on them hos

[Verse 4: Bun B]
I'm known to be a baller but not on the court
I'm a rapper but work to export yeah I'm a
Player I don't play the game so keep em my
Pully pully out at the bar a nigga Mr.Street
Sweeper bun beata big bun beata show me
Respect mang perfect with the pistol they
Test it with a deck mang when you see the
Flashing it's the diamonds reflecting mang
So heavy on your mind before I blow it off
Your neck mang

[Chorus: x2]
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors
Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors Sui Sui Suicide Doors (Where I'm From)Suicide Doors I'm Planning To Live Big OK

[Outro:]
Nigga boom nigga boom N R tell y'all bitch
Ain't shit I got it motherfucker I'm planning
To big you can keep your wife nigga I just
Wanted your lawn and ans is a side I'll never
Go broke I said you can keep your wife I just
Wanted your lawn and ans is a side I'll never
Go broke bitch bitch Bitch bitch bitch bitch
Hold up hold up bitch

9mm Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Akon, Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg)

[Jail cell closes]
Konvict

[Snoop Dogg Talking]
Snoop Dogg

[Akon]
Konvict Music, Akon and David Banner
If niggaz wanna ride tonight, best believe we bout to ride tonight yeah

[Lil Wayne Shouting]
Young Money – Cash Money

[Chorus: Akon - 2X]
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay

[Lil Wayne]
Tool on deck – why would I lie?
Nigga you a pussy – hope ya got nine lives
I can hit a nigga with the nine, nine times
Country ass boy – country like LeAnn Rimes
Mississippi D-Banner and Lil' Weezyana
Errbody got tools so you will need a hammer
I'm a pill popping animal – Syrup sippin' nigga
I'm so high you couldn't reach me with a fucking antenna
You fucking with this man, you can be this man's dinner
The nine gimme brains but the AK add liver
The rapper is insane flowing like a mad river
Make your ass quiver like you naked at winter
Hollygrove honcho – hard time giver
I'm a shark in the water, you just Long John Silver
I got a girl, you wanna meet her?
Her name is nine millimeter

[Chorus: Akon - 2X]
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay

[David Banner]
If I got nine slugs, nine bullets gone fly
If I got a red beam, nine people gone die
Nine mamas gone cry, nine spirits in the sky
Nine preachers preaching nine sermons, telling nine lies
Cause each and every one of ya'll nine niggaz wasn't shit
I would have rather kept the nine rugers in the ruger clip
The index finger slipped, the nine let nine spit
I lick em all like eighteen tits on nine chicks
I'ma suicide risk, nine slits on each wrist
If I die nine times the next go-arounds a bitch
And if I come back, I'll throw 99 shows
And shove nine inches of dick in 99 hoes

[Chorus: Akon - 2X]
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay

[Snoop Dogg]
I'ma west coast original – black John Wayne
Nigga where we from we like to pop that thang (bang)
You better stop that man, fat mouth to dogg and I'ma pop-pop-bang
Pigs wanna bust me, hoes wanna suck me
Niggaz wanna touch me - None of that, trust me
I'm too slick, too sly, never snitch, I let it ride
I set aside all my feelings when I'm killing like a villain
Move quick like a cheetah – I'ma killa
I ain't here to lock up – I flash the heater
Then lock your whole block up
Dip-dop-deeter Banner turn the beat up
Illa-fo-reala my nilla dilla never caught
You niggaz always acting hard
I keep a nine millimeter in my waist and got two more in the car
Yeah your all about to get it so quit it
Tryin' to conceal, you'll fuck around and make me reveal it
So killas kill it

[Chorus: Akon - 2X]
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay

Get Like Me Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Chris Brown)

(David Banner!)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly do's

[Intro/Chorus: Yung Joc]
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 do's?
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 do's?

[David Banner]
(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit)
I got a chip in my engine, 26 inch rims
I got fadeaway money, bitch I'm ballin out the gym
Got my old school pumpin, hip wheel on recline
If you think a nigga broke you out'cha monkey-ass mind (yeah)
Diamonds on my pinky (yeah) hand on the pine
Bitch touch and now your momma 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 some Gucci on my seat
Got g's on my ass, bitch it's cold when I speak
Got a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck
You can gon' pass the mic, watch I'm 'bout to catch wreck
Still screamin out mayne, pistol in my hand
Southside so throwed (throwed in the game)
Big face on my chain, 84's on the frame
Big bodies comin down, hoggin up both lanes

[Chorus]

[Chris Brown]
(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit) The name you know of
A little bit of change, now your boy done blown up
And I'm throwin thangs just to get exposed
Stuntin ain't a thing to me
And it's obvious it's plain to see
That you gon' make us both
Get into some thangs that is for grown folks
And they might even say you should leave me alone
But don't be scared... you need to get like me~!
Stuntin is a habit, just gotta have it
Shorty can throw anythang at me I'm gonna bag it
When she see the karats, for real just like a rabbit
Cain't another boy do the things you like
He ain't your type, change your life
But if you did your homework, girl I'm pretty sure you know what I got
Drop top singin, know Jones and Banner gonna roll
Let me stop.... stuntin is a habit

[Chorus]

[David Banner]
(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit)
(Yeah!) Let them bougie boys ride Maybach
I'm in the candy laid back like I slang crack
My money stack to the ceiling
Gettin in my Chevy's like climbin up a buildin, them 28's on deck
37 on my wrist, a hundred five on my neck
This rap money's okay but you should see these movie checks
And this cartoon cash, the SS so sweet
My Bentley's hatin on that ass, my old school's gettin pissed
She opened up her arm but then she slit both wrists
There go the suicide do's, wood on the dash
Ferris wheels on the toes and got duals on the ass
And some chrome on the nose, the white boys go "SWEET!"
But black folks go "OHH" I got a 'llac full of ammo
I'm brick with the nine throwin bombs out the Lambo'
The butterflies goin up
I got Chad in my heart and DJ Screw in my cup

[Chorus]

(Stuntin-stuntin is a habit)

Shawty Say Lyrics – David Banner (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

A Girl Lyrics – David Banner (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)

Syrup Sipping (Banner Beat Break) Lyrics – David Banner

See what's crazy to me, is we done subliminally became-
What they THINK we are ANYWAY! [Lil Wayne - Syrup Sipping beat queues]
It's like we just some ol' country ass dumb niggas!
And we not that! We so much fuckin more than that, dude
And my mama told me something, she said-
You being a visionary, is your curse as well as your blessing
She said you gon' be blessed with visions
that REGULAR niggas ain't gon be able to see...
So that's what MAKE you be alone

Freedom (Interlude) Lyrics – David Banner

[sounds of screaming and abuse]

[David Banner]
The same people in the year 16-oh-6
Enslaved black folks in the name of the crucifix
And gave us a Jesus with light blue eyes
Hell on Earth, but heaven in the skies
While they eat they pie now
Native Americans got slaughtered, they land passed out
I wanna mash out, but I feel alone
African-American but Africa she ain't our home
Man listen! They look at us as cotton pickers
They might as well cause we love to call ourself niggaz
And George Bush is a part of a bigger problem
All America loves hate, man they'll never stop it
And every rapper that I see has a key but not the key to be free
If God is only one, how could she be 3?
Maybe the key to hell lies in the trinity
There's no divinity in politics
I get mo' chips if I call my mother a bitch
I made a record like DIS
The greatest story ever told
What if I said I didn't want to tell stories no mo'?
What if I wanted to tell the truth?
GOD [echoes]

B.A.N. (The Love Song) Lyrics – David Banner

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
Let's 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
Cause 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
Let's stick that motha fucka when you come back
Let's 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 it's 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
Cause 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

K.O. Lyrics – David Banner

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

Fly Lyrics – David Banner (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.

"Certified" (2005)

Lost Souls Lyrics – David Banner

[Voice:]
We like to welcome yall back to mississippi we miss yall niggas.We just want yall to know got for the thugs to my nigga

[Chrous:]
This is for my thug niggas all the pimps and the drug dealers theives and the motherfuckin killers yeah the ones who ain't neva had shit that's why we get crunk in this bitch.Repeat 1

[Verse 1:]
Days in the pen mama out suckin d*** I aint neva had fam so i ride wit my click.Said i'll die for my click tell these hoes die too.I woulda been a Lawyer by the age of 22 but i won't so i don't giva a fuck about killing you i'll sell crack too i will jack dudes. I drop out of school to buy my daughter some food.And her mama don't live around here no more,they took her life when they kicked in my door yelling bitch were the doorbell pow pow pow. They thought i was a beast tell the bitch look now.I'm gone smoke my weed I'm gone fuck me a hoe.I don't want yo doe.I gone kick yo doe.I gone slap yo hoe I'm gone take yo gate.When I'm thinking bout the Lord I got to see one day sorry damn.

[Chrous: x2]

[Verse 2:]
I'm gone get me a lack I gone ride down 10. I gone pray to the lord I won't die in the pen.Got to serve for my sins.I gone serve me a cop I gotta watch my back for these fuckin undercovers.

[Voice:]
Fuck da cops fuck the bitch fuck em... bitch

[Verse 3:]
I'm gone come to the crib I'm gone flood my block. I gone ride down the block yelling fuck Tren Lot.They done rape Grandmama they done took our land.Now they wonder why a nigga don't give a hot...damn...damn

[Chorus: x2]

Gangsta Walk Lyrics – David Banner

[Intro:]
Its Your Boy David Banner Im Gonna See If I Can Bring The Gangster Walk Back Memphis Mississippi Everybody From The South Lets Ride

Go Gangster Walk Go On Do It Muthafucker Go Gangster Walk
Go On Do It Muthafucker Broke Jaw
Muthafucka Broke Jaw Ya Bitch Broke Jaw Muthafucka Broke Jaw You Bitch [x2]

Im Gonna Represent Memphis Sit B And I Dont Think You Really Wanna Get With Me We Started Gangster Walking Nigga I Aint Mc Hammer This The Real Deally Get Your Hyper Than Hyped Tha Cut On A Armored Hammer Slammer Hater To Tha Flo' Stomp A Mud Hole In That Hoe Man I Teller On That Nigga Mean Right On That Flo' So Dont Push Me Muthafucker Push Me Muthafucker Push Me I'm Afilliated With More Terrorism Than G's Bush

We Got Them Niggas Gettin Wild Gettin Buck Havin Fits With A Bottle In They Hand Wit A Blunt To They Lips Gangster Walkin In The Club Everybody Gonna Diss And The Hoes On The Corner Workin Graveyard Shifts

Yea They Call Me Juice From Tha North North Set But They Rym For Tha Hoe And They Deally Up Tha Net They Aint No Talkin Once We Talkin We Gonna Shoot Em In The Chest If A Coward Wanna Jump Its Gonna Be A Bloody Mess

Go Gangster Walk Go On Do It Muthafucker Go Gangster Walk
Go On Do It Muthafucker Broke Jaw
Muthafucka Broke Jaw Ya Bitch Broke Jaw Muthafucka Broke Jaw You Bitch [x2]

Now We Can Get It Buck In The Club
My Niggas I Suggest You Tuck Your Chain Fuck Security Find Out They Cant Do A Thing Out They Frame Pussy Nigga You To Soft Push You Off Me Stompin Hoes To The Flo' I Aint Never Scared To Pop Heat Ahh All On Your Burnt Chest I Aint Got No Shit Tonight Aint No Thing To Bust Your Head And Start A Fight Ahh Bitch Whats Up Now

North Mississippi In This Bastard Buck Around My Niggas And Get Your Whole Body Plasterd All Up On Tha Wall Trick If You Got Some Air Now Gangster Walk Your Ass Over Here And Fuck With Banner Yeah And It Would Be Fabulous If You Leave Cause Im Tryin To Stomp Your Body Till Your Ass Cant Breath

Go Gangster Walk Go On Do It Muthafucker Go Gangster Walk
Go On Do It Muthafucker Broke Jaw
Muthafucka Broke Jaw Ya Bitch Broke Jaw Muthafucka Broke Jaw You Bitch [x2]

Left Foot Right Foot Swing Em Both With Your Fist Better Keep Em Moving Your Ass Might Get Hit

Hits Dont Count When You Buck Back To Or Get Ready To Finish Anything That You Started

Straight From Tha South Boys Betta Not Clown I Got 85 Niggas With Me Represent Tha Town

200 Automatic Uzi's With The Top The Line Clips Make You Boys Take Them Paper Caps Poppers Of Your Hip

Young Pimps Smoke Weed Dont Stomp Myself Four Fifth With A Bunch Of Hollow Tips In Tha Whip Pimp Tight Mjg You Can Look At My Rezime Never Been A Trick Never Ever Gonna Be

Go Gangster Walk Go On Do It Muthafucker Go Gangster Walk
Go On Do It Muthafucker Broke Jaw
Muthafucka Broke Jaw Ya Bitch Broke Jaw Muthafucka Broke Jaw You Bitch [x4]

Hot Ass South Side With A Dick Up In Your Muthafuckin Mouth Nigga South Side Till I Die Mississippi We Bitch Talk Shit Bout' David Banner You Aint Gotta Go Nowhere Nigga I'm Up In Mississippi You Can Find Me Nigga You Aint Got To Front Like Its Hard Bitch Boy Yeah [Laughs]

2 Fingers Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Jagged Edge)

[CHORUS: Jagged Edge]
See, All we need is a couple lets go act up
Wouldn't believe the scene up in my black truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down
If you aint 2 fingers PEACE!

Got mine, Got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down
If you aint 2 fingers PEACE!

[VERSE 1: David Banner]
You can tell by the car we's some good ?? stars
Quarterbackin' mackin' hoes pullin' ass from the bars
Run it back to the truck
Let her suck on a swish
That got me runnin' on the duck
Give a fuck she's a sista
Let her play her position and my mission is to cut
Dat really be blunt man get my dick sucked
Hut one, Hut two then she hiking my balls
Send her back to the club with your bitch on the wall
Fuck boy

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2: David Banner]
See the problem with my vail
He be laid don't give a fuck
He walk off in the club and puttin yo bitches up
But he don't really want 'em he got bitches in L.A.
And he's like I can fuck 'em ?? every other day
So come and get your lotion let's do some oil of olay
Girl come out to the truck or scurry yo ass away
Hey my nigga, respect the pimp
She done have good dick you supposed to lift
Fuck boy

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3: David Banner]
Fuckin' that nigga bad
You lookin' for yo miss she in the truck up on my 'lac
You whinin' and you moanin'
I'm never given her no slack
You run around the corner
I run her out on the track
I never seen a girl that woke up poses like that
Or bring her nigga money and make up 100 stash
When she gets to all that chick I came to ?? push her packs
Everyday, till I day I'm a Mississippi mad mack

[CHORUS x3: Till fades out...]

Play Lyrics – David Banner

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 your finger made 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) bate 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 on your finger girl, 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. Collipark 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, love 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

Fucking Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Jazze Pha)

[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]

Ain't Got Nothing Lyrics – David Banner

[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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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-fuck 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 motherfuckin nuts, be a motherfuckin 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 fuckin band ho
Grab some fuckin 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]

Take Your Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Too $hort, Bun B & Jazze Pha)

[Intro: Too Short & (Elephant Man)]
Yeah you know it's in me
It's your boy Too Short
I got that pimpin' in me mayn
And I will
(Take your bitch) I'll take her
Yeah, it's in me mayn
It's that Mississippi blood, you know
And just like that

[Chorus: David Banner & (Elephant Man)]
(I'll take your bitch)
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I
(I'll take your bitch) Yeah
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I

[Verse 1: Too Short]
And just like that she's gone, out of your life
I know you're going home, but not with your wife
Something went wrong, she looked hot tonight
A real player showed up and popped her right
You want her back but I don't think she's comin'
Unless I make her come and I ain't frontin'
Don't wanna make her my hoe, just had to have that bitch
'Cause you is bitch ass nigga with a bad ass bitch
Bitch nigga you know all bitches ain't women
You can make a hundred calls and won't get her back pimpin'
Try everything you know, it's the L and the O
It's the V and the E, I can tell she's a pro
She must've had a lot of practice keep her back on the mattress
Either I'm fucking her good or she's a damn good actress
All this screamin' and howlin', man she needs to go home
Told her cum drinkin slutty ass to leave me alone (biatch)

[Chorus: David Banner & (Elephant Man)]
(I'll take your bitch)
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I
(I'll take your bitch) Yeah
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I

[Verse 2: David Banner]
I know you're weak for them bitches but you're playin' super thug
Man you're hardly usin' pimp`but holdin' hands in the club
She's a slut, she's a hoe and you knew it from the start
I put dick in her mouth, you put love in your heart
And you're talkin' bout your boy and throw somethin' on the clit
But the truth is you're sick 'cause I fucked your bitch
Shot cum in her mouth, nigga ask before you kiss her
Goin' to shower is the only time that your bitch get dissed
That a nigga got it back, head in front of your crib
I didn't break your car, man I'm (?) my kids
On the other hand they did not miss she swallowed that shit
Man, the truth is your girl loves to swallow that dick
So pop down to a pimp when a nigga come through
You better hide your grandmomma 'cause I'll fuck her to
Triple Ox, slutty nieces and your blind ass couse
Man, I love a dirty ass 'cause she never see me comin', dumb nigga

[Chorus: David Banner & (Elephant Man)]
(I'll take your bitch) Yeah
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I
(I'll take your bitch) Yeah
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Well I was comin' down Candy on 26 inch spinners (spinners)
Grippin' the grain mayn, just mindin' my own business (business)
Pull up in the parkin'lot at 24 while we (?)
Smokin' weed in front of (?) laughin' at pro pictures
Than bam, God is my witness, she tapped on the window
I thought it was the 5-0 sweatin' us for the indoor
But no, it was your wife, the neighborhood bimbo
When she lookin' right, not too thick or too slim though
What you're over here for 'cause I don't understand
I don't know you from (?) (bitch) if you lookin' for your man
I don't fuck with that nigga (no) so don't ask me about him
(And I don't smoke with hoes) If I don't know where their mouth've been (for real)
So let her move around but she wouldn't leave
Hoe, you gon' buy out to this (?) or let a pimp breath (breath)
She got down on her knees, beggin' please for me to break her
I ain't even worth your bitch homeboy (but) but I'll take her

[Chorus: David Banner & (Elephant Man)]
(I'll take your bitch)
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I
(I'll take your bitch) Yeah
And you won't say shit
Cause you a pussy ass nigga, you know
You a pussy ass nigga, you know, I step back and I

Ridin' Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Talib Kweli & Dead Prez)

[Chorus:]
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy

Im ridin on 22's
Youze a rewinder
Motherfuckers suck me
Then I fuck them back nigga
Now what you do Em'
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus:]
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy

Then we will Fuck till dawn
Fuck in the morning bitch
Ill beat you motherfuckin pussy up bitch
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Outro:]
BITCH STEP THE FUCK OUT NIGGa
WELL FUCK YOU UP ASSHOLE
YA STEP THE FUCK UP
AND THEN FUCK UP
BITCH
[LAUGHING]

Crossroads Lyrics – David Banner

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

"MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water" (2003)

Talk To Me Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Lil' Flip)

[Hook x2: David Banner]
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now [x2]
Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch [x2]

[Verse 1: David Banner]
The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker
The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka
The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough
The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head
Your blood, drip in a mug
Poppin' the slugs
Me I just don't give a high fuck
'Bout none of yall, or ball
Flip, give him a call
On the celly, then it's on
War until your gone
Til' you die, decease
Fuck it bitch ain't no peace
Ain't no makin' up
Bustin this 9 motherfucker
Until it's breakin' up
I told yall bitches that I'm clickin'
I'm flippin these twankies
Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin'
Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me
What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib
With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
-Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh
Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!)
Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!)
I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' shit
You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy
Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy
I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy
They love my style from the east to the west boy
I keep a pistol for haters
We put them spinners on gators
Fuck all the braggin' and boastin'
I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin'
You think I'm jokin, I'm not
I'll go to war for my niggaz
Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz
I'm from the land of the trill
Where perpetrators get killed
Around my way my nigga
That's how we live

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - David Banner (Lil' Flip)]
-(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh)
(Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it)
You got pussy bitch, and I seen it
And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that niggaz a hoe
(Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank)
(We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank)
Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!!
And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka
(We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack)
(And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act
And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are
I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car

[Hook x2]

[Lil Flip - Talking (David Banner)]
Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!)
Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!)
(Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch
(Lay It Down) [Repeated until song fades]

Like A Pimp (Remix) Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Twista & Busta Rhymes)

(David-David-David-David
Banner-Banner-Banner-Banner)

Like a pimp

[Verse 1: Twista]
By the time I done got up in the do' all I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
Come and bump it for the balla' name Twist', while I sit in V.I.P. poppin' Cris' and Mo'
Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass and the cash by the incredible bulk
Sippin' Hiptnoiq and Hennessy, yeah we call it Incredible Hulk
Cause I gotta' get that bud, when I'm up in the club
Jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
Thinkin' bout it bonnin, realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'
Cause the girls here look so good somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
My homies got it from the front to the back with they straps and they magazines, and a
Baby show me how you do that roll
Make it jump and jiggle cause yo' booty swoll
Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
Figure how you do those kinky things
Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang
Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and yo' back into it
Put a David Banner track into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks

[Chorus: David Banner (Lil Flip)]
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)

[Verse 2: David Banner]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
All my ladies say Owww..
My female pimps the way that you hit the flo' and makes a sista' pay cash
Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
It's the M-I crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter crooked letter, I
Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high
Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
Screamin' "Where's my girl?"
Don't worry buddy she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
She came to get down for the clique
We got cash so we screamin out "shake somethin BITCH!"
This is yo song, let me see your dirty thong
David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on (Tell them boys that it's on, Yeah!)

[Chorus: David Banner (Lil Flip)]
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Like a pimp
Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
So start runnin' around my nigga
I'm bustin' bustin' heads
Instead fill them with lead you better chill when my runners around, my nigga
I got a lot of bitches playin' with eachother in a hotel room while they rollin' around my nigga
Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know Flipmode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga
Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
Quick cause I gotta' do it and I gotta' rep for the rich and the little po nigga tuggin' the block
Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat when I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
Sip a little bit of 'gac dip a little when I whip the Cadillac truck totin the glock
And we gotta' put it down and keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people (people), keep it (keep it), goin' (wassup)
You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
Better get it, better grip if you ain't know that we only messin' with the hoes
Better know wassup, better pour a little 'gac in my glass
While I'm watchin my hoes like a pimp while I'm holdin' my cup
Now watch me pour just a little bit of 'gac out for my homies
Throw it back OUT, with a little shorty, blow her back OUT, like a PIMP, playa

[Chorus: David Banner]
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp)

Crank It Up Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Static)

[David Banner - Intro]
It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time
To get yall punk bitches straight
First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch
Countin' my money like you a hoe

Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!)
You punk ass bitch
Fuck em' Static
OOHH!

[Chorus - Static Repeat 2x]
We Ridin' (Big Bodies)
With (T.V.'s)
V-12's (V-12's)
(S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s
Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!)
Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!)
Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up

[Verse 1 - David Banner]
We got uhh
Big cadillac
With yo bitch in the back
Hold my dick in her mouth
While I pack em' a stack
She gimme ya riches
While you yap bout yo gold
It's on my cars (Ha, Ha)
That bitch bought me a boat
See she bought me a car
And it's lookin' like yours
Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors
I got wood on my wheel
And I'm bustin' my steel
I fucked yo main bitch
(Nigga) How does it feel?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - David Banner (Lady Singing)]
Yall talk shit while we still winning
She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin'
Then I bust up the block
The system that knocks
I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot
(Diamond in the back, the sunroof top)
(Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops)
Fuck that sangin' my nigga
We can chop up them pigs
Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed

[Chorus]

[David Banner - Outro]
If ya ride around town in his truck
Put his keys in the air and crank it up
[Repeat 2x]
And if that boy got wood on the wheel
Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel
[Repeat 2x]
Now Crank It Up [Repeat 5x]
YEAH!

Pop That Lyrics – David Banner

This some new shit nigga (David Banner nigga)
Big Face!
OOHH!
Yeah!

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

[Verse 1:]
Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy
You looking good when you up in the Caddy—we comin' down, uh (Down)
Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck, Mistress screamin' now (Oh)
Name the pot for me
Later on you can gone ride on top of me
Now we can blow another sack (Sack) forget about the 'Lac ('Lac)
Keep the block and bread—daddy a stack
It's like that!

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

[Verse 2:]
I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak
She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, her butt-cheek
She got golds in her mouth, always hollerin' about the South
If the boys came through, now she's putting up the house (Oh yeah!)
It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you
They way you come through the crib when the night is through
And go down (Down) bitches say this' what they loving us now
They really wanna be you, but they don't know how girl

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

[Verse 3:]
She looks so good when she came to me
Said, "Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!"
Put it like this, you can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I really don't need her!
I like girls that'll pop it all night for me (Night for me)
And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me (Fight for me)
And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo (A rodeo)
She be poppin' in the club 'til it's time to go (Time to go, time to go, time to go)

[Verse 4:]
Uh, then it's straight to the 'Lac,
Screaming, "Bitch better gimme my stacks, believe that!"
If the boy started trippin, it's click-clack!
Pimp grabbing my hand like they the Mack
(From the mighty, mighty, Mississipp, don't trip! Just call me, and apply for a pimp)
It's all love
Coming back for you boy back of the club
When it's over, then maybe you get a hug

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

Pop that thang girl (Pop that thang for me)
Pop that thang girl
Pop that thang (Pop that thang for me)
Pop that thang
Yeah, yeah, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Pop that, pop that, pop that thang!

[Answering Machine:] Saved message. Monday, November 3rd. 9:05 PM.
[Cocoa Brova:] Hey Banner, wut up nigga, its Coco, Cocoa Brova. You know one thing dawg I just realized man? That no matter what you do man, in the process, for your industry nigga, dawg, to the radio nigga, to the program directors, to just everybody. One thing dawg I just realized is, when we majke it there, when we really make it, make it there my nigga, ain't nobody hate you. Because you know why dawg, if they hate you, [*laughs*], that means dawg they hate guys man. Please believe that. You my nigga dawg. You been down, and you been staying down. You a real true nigga dawg, and I love you for that dawg. That's what's up. Holla at your dawg man, one.

My Lord Lyrics – David Banner

In this biatch
Hit that
I'm fucked up
Shit
YEAHH
All the soldiers stand up my lord
My lord
YEAH

[Chorus:]
My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind
My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind
My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind.

This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please
Let my people be free who fightin' off over seas
For a man who don't give a fuck who steals slaves
Jesus I'm tryin' to walk the path that you gave
Goin' down a new world order
Got my boys on the corner tryin' to flip a quarter
I'm in the east coast
I'm tryin' to soak in this dirty ass water
And my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter

[Chorus]

I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs
I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a fuck about nothing
Mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go
I gives a fuck about a hoe
Give me dough my nuda my acres
Bustin' at you fakers killin' you quakers in the name of my maker
Patty cake patty cake bakers
Man give me land
I'm tryin' to live life in Gods plan man damn

[Chorus]

Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask
Lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast
Another day in the high feelin' goody good
Still the same ole weed mane it's understood
Pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war
Busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for
Something busted in me pussy niggas trip
But I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip
Killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame
Triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name
Grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side
Lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side
Losin' my mind

[Chorus]

YEAH YEAH
Yea south side nigga ahhh
Shit what you talkin' about nigga
You know what I'm saying all the time nigga
Memphis 10, Mississippi
South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout

The Game Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Scarface)

[Intro: David Banner talking]
Yo mo' (more)
I went to see a friend of mine the other day
Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk)
She said, "Banner, you need to harmonize (harmonize) and hide"
Yeah, okay
But I asked her I was like, "How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!"
Fucking snitch, bitch-ass
You don't even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga
Kill those niggaz (I'm really, really high)
Ain't no respect to the game no mo' (more)
Niggaz is bitches (niggaz is bitches)

[Chorus x2: David Banner]
I done lost my love for the game
Shit'll never be the same
I'll never lose my love for the streets (the streets)
The streets got love for me
Might of lost my love for the game (game)
Niggaz don't even act the same
I'll never lose my love for the streets
Cause the streets got love for me (me)


[Verse 1: David Banner]
I hit the block before it's sunrise
I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide (yeh)
Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!)
Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out
Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out?
I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00)
Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I'm back on the grind
Four ten (4:10)
Put some dro in the wind then
Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone
Tell she if a nigga get busted
Niggaz can't be trusted in the game cause shit ain't the same
Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost)
Shit cocked and blast
Put some lead in a motherfucker fast
Never play wit a gun, if ya can't stop that (stop that)
Or get that in ya motherfucking ass

[Chorus x2: David Banner]

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Took a chance when I came in
Did my time if I got caught
If I lost, it was my fault
Took the blame for the whole thing
And it was the work, it was my walk
To do or double wit the plot then
Let a nigga fellin' boxed in
I was slangin' in my socks then
On the corner flippin' 20's
Tryin' to turn em into 50's
On the ten speed right in front of walk in
It's no hood where I came from
Where a nigga got his game from
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm the same one
To pull a strap out my backpack
Cock the hammer back (clack!)
Duck and get ya brains hung
And shake the cop up when the block clear
Cause the drama doesn't stop here
Gotta watch for ya own peers
Nigga damn near ain't knowin' who the fuck I am
And you ain't knowin' how I got here
See we don't speak and we don't do nothin'
It's on you if you slang things
Get your money, homie, maintain
Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg
Or you'll get offset and this a cold game
And snitch-niggaz never last long
So snitch-niggaz get yo' ass on
A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on
Took the pledge on my own hand
Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song

[Chorus x2: David Banner][w/ minor variations]

[Outro: David Banner]
I done lost, ye

Gots To Go Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Bun B, Devin the Dude)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I'll end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do' (door)
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh, (I gots to go) eh (go), eh, eh, eh (gotta go)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
Roll up on that tour bus, smokin' a blunt
Then heard a (dunn dunn dunn dunn dunn!) what yo' baby momma want?
Nothin' but good fuckin' dick suckin' train runnin'
She lickin' on my nuts, talk to her if she hear me comin'
Watchin' me go
She swallowed cum, you kissed a hoe
Tongue and lip, all
Man you really lickin' my balls
Heard you for my baby momma last night nigga, nah
But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all
I'm lyin' when she come over, cock lyin' in her jaw
Niggaz all up in her drawers
And that's yo' baby mother
If it makes you feel better, she's a good dick sucker (sucker)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
My Job takes me out of town on all-expense paid
Wakin' up with a hangover 2,000 miles away
It seems easy: weed, women, and wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get - now it's time
To tally hoe to the show, a yo, yo let it go
Bust through the do' (door), rag & flow and grab my hoe
And get back in the van with some titties in hand
Let her meet ya new friend, who's willing to spend
The whole night? Another flight another gig another city
Touchin' on somebody's baby momma's titties
Niggaz in the lobby wonderin' where their women are
Third floor havin' a "Let's Become a Bitch Seminar"
Can't get attached, I got a plane to catch
I wish I could a hit that but I'll be back

[Devin the Dude talking]
Yo, (huh) ain't no tellin' where I'm a be at
But you know, out the do' (door) uh huh

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Yeeah, man this the king of the chillin' circuit, I'm aight, ten in it
I'm paper chasin' and rap hustlin' it ain't no synonym
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried bout winnin' it
I'm worried bout makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it (and spendin' it)
Ain't no pretendin' it don't make the world move
Same way you can't pretend my shit don't make yo' girl groove
See, God work in myterious ways but I don't (don't)
And the devil will make a deal wit yo' ass but I won't (won't)
Now you can have the cleanest paint job on ya trucks
Six T.V.s, wood wit leather seats, stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome rims, playa, I don't give a fuck
If I holla at yo' bitch, guarantee she gettin' buck
You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight
Like it's the worst night in yo' life, to me it's just another night
I ain't carin' bout ya drama (uh uh), or breakin' up ya home
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song, main

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

The Christmas Song Lyrics – David Banner

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Will help to make the season bright
And tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa is on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 92
Though it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

They know that Santa is on his way, he's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is going to spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 92
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas, yeah, merry Christmas
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas to you

Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

Mama's House Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Frekaznatcha)

One of the most phenominal feats of all time
Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner hoe

[Hook x2: David Banner]
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch 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 bitch, 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 kill us
Fuck it and if we die tell mama never to cry
I'm comin' back like Jason, bumpin' that "Playa Fly"
Higher than a bitch, 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 niggaz ain't scared of nuthin'
Wanna see some red rushin'
Mississippi burnin' this
Alabama turnin' this
Together we got that fire bitch
Biggin' up we ride bitch
Bet ya you won't step outside trick
Come step outside trick
You don't wanna collide with
My crew, we ride bitch
Sicker than a motherfucker
Crazy like them terrorist fuckas
When we hit yo block you duck us
When we hit yo block it's ruwkus

[Hook]

[Frekaznatcha: Talking]
At yo mama's house nigga
Muthafucka ... Goddamn ... Weak Bitch
At yo mama's house nigga
Muthafucka ... Goddamn ... Weak Bitch

[David Banner]
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin' "Bitch you ain't hard"
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin' "Bitch you ain't hard"
I don't wanna be a thug, but fuck around in the club
I'm knockin' yo ass out, then dancin' off in yo blood
Tell ya mama that I'm sorry, but yo ass gotta go
Might bring yo ass out, or I'm kickin' in ya dough

[Hook]

So In Love Lyrics – David Banner

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Treat your throwback chicks right
Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too
Every chick that I used to like
Done turned dike
And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig
And every chick that I used to love (ohh!)
Done turned to drugs
But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in

[Chorus: x2]
I'm so in love with you
(and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby)
I'm in love with you
(and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)
(ohh!)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up
House smelling like some piss you was there for me
Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright
The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me
In a bucket we would mash out
When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out
You was that girl that would set that nigga up
I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me
And you did when they came to the crib
You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby
You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes
In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows
And its cool cause you helped me through school
'95 selling weed in baton rough
And you stayed strong with a pimp trick
Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit
Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new
The world against us all along us two
All the shit I done took you through
I'm a grown man now

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: David Banner]
The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl
You were strong when daddy was gone
Fuck a nice home
When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true
I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through
And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid
Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha)
You were there when the times were hard
You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god
And if I die momma swallow the pain
I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins
Let it flow free, let it kill me
But its on, and the way we ridding caddies
Screaming out lil jones

[Chorus]

Lil' Jones Lyrics – David Banner

Haaa...
Haa...

Wheres Monica Lewinski?......(Hello, Hello)

Shes Right Here...(Right Here)Hahahaha....

[Chorus: x2]
Is That You Lil Jones (Lil Jones)..
Comin Down On All That Chrome (That Chrome)
Bumpin That Banner N Bone (N Bone)..
Ridin Dirrty 'cause The South Side High

[Verse 1: David Banner]
Oh My Gosh Is It Him? Hell Yeah Its David Banner..
Daddy Im From Mississippi But I Moved To Atlanta...
From The Bronx To The Queens
V12's Sittin Clean
Im Dipped In Candy Painted Punk U Pissed 'cause U Aint
Tvs In This Thang Watch The Falcons Play The Saints.
10s For My Friends, 15s For My Foes
Sterrin Wheel, Hella Drill Man This Thangs A Half A Mill
Just To See Chickin Head Now Tell Me What Ya Feel..
Cow Hide Thats Right, Now Im Back To The Lab
Me And Bone On The Slab ??? Lets Stab...

[Chorus: x2]
Is That You Lil Jones (Lil Jones)..
Comin Down On All That Chrome (That Chrome)
Bumpin That Banner N Bone (N Bone)..
Ridin Dirrty 'cause The South Side High

[Verse: 2 Bone Crusher]
Regals, Cadilacs, Woodgrains, And Leather.
Alright, On My Thang Call My Crusher
Keep Ridin Them Dubz Cant Tell Me Wutz Up
Them Country Boys Come Down Here And Turned It Out
And Then I Got Em On The Floor And Made Em Scream And Shout
I Show My Belly And It Shake Just Like Jelly...
I Know Yall Ready...
Everybody In This Place Please Get On Down
As I Walk Walk Walk Walter On Your Tiny Town...

[Chorus: x2]
Is That You Lil Jones (Lil Jones)..
Comin Down On All That Chrome (That Chrome)
Bumpin That Banner N Bone (N Bone)..
Ridin Dirrty 'cause The South Side High

[Verse 3: David Banner]
Im Ridin Dirry On Lynch
Rims Be 20 Inch
Callin Mr. Grinch 'cause I Let Em Ride My Inch
Dont Yall Know About Me, Im A Bad Mama Jam
Oh A Bad Mama Jama I Guess We Be Da Bomb
Give Me The Head, Body, The Torso, ??.
Cows And Goats Walk Around Where We From..
Forever On The Grind, Like Polish Wine,
And We Gunna Keep You Ridin ?? Every Time...Hahahaha!

"Mississippi: The Album" (2003)

Like A Pimp Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Lil' Flip)

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' [3x]
Like a Pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' [2x]
Like a pimp
Real 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 dey doe
Me imma pimp
I aint 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 one hoe 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 yall 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 its all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too $hort said
Bitches aint shit
I tried to told ya
Dat most girls really freaks
And dis is how they gotta
make they money every week

[Chorus {repeat 4 times}]
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 the song
Tell the DJ put it on
Micheal Tyler made you shake
Sisqo made you show your thong
Bitch im 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)
Fuck its show yo pussy lips
You go to Tougaloo, but I know you still flip
Bitch don't trip
Aint 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 Pappa Deauxs
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 aint giving a fuck
Poke 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 its 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
Yall bitches can't fuck wit me
And

[Lil' Flip]
Lil' Flip Nigga
Nigga Nigga
Yea nigga
This is for the real money making nigga'z 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

Fuck 'Em Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Pastor Troy)

[Intro: 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 x3]
[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 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:] 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]