[Intro]
It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
This one's for you, yeah!
Cadillacs on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack these beats..
Pray to the to the lord for these Mississippi streets
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Cadillacs on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey!
[Verse]
God I know that we pimp
God I know that we wrong
God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs
I know these kids are listening
I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do right
I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And shit wrong wit balling
But my soul is just steadily falling
And the sex and the dead, and the other jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Lord they hung Andre Jones
Lord they hung Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is steadily pumping
My heart is steadily breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first place
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back
[Chorus (2x)]
Fast Life Lyrics – David Banner
[Chorus]
Got me living that fast life
I think a nigga need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah
[Verse One]
Oh, might take your golds
Oh, might take your shit
Leave me your dope and your girl
Might pimp on that bitch
Got a tech and I'm sprayin
Look man, huh, I'm just sayin
Cause I'm smiling and bustin
Y'all bitches think that I'm playin
From the home of the trill
Cadillac and wood wheel
Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill
Give a shit how you feel
Bitch I'm cockin to buck
We could fight or just bust off these slugs
I could give a fuck, yeah!!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
High gone off that dro
Bitch nigga what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Then tired then po'
So get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-blow
From this uh forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-trill
In this C-Coupe Deville
Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin them hills
Girls poppin them pills
Trying to buy some la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: x2]
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swisha sweet
Fill it up with dro
Nigga you know
What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere
[David Banner]
All my real niggaz sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swisha sweets nigga and
Smoke on, smoke on
[Chorus]
Got me living that fast life
I think a nigga need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah
[Verse One]
Oh, might take your golds
Oh, might take your shit
Leave me your dope and your girl
Might pimp on that bitch
Got a tech and I'm sprayin
Look man, huh, I'm just sayin
Cause I'm smiling and bustin
Y'all bitches think that I'm playin
From the home of the trill
Cadillac and wood wheel
Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill
Give a shit how you feel
Bitch I'm cockin to buck
We could fight or just bust off these slugs
I could give a fuck, yeah!!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
High gone off that dro
Bitch nigga what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Then tired then po'
So get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-blow
From this uh forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-trill
In this C-Coupe Deville
Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin them hills
Girls poppin them pills
Trying to buy some la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!
[Chorus]
[Bridge: x2]
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swisha sweet
Fill it up with dro
Nigga you know
What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere
[David Banner]
All my real niggaz sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swisha sweets nigga and
Smoke on, smoke on
[Chorus]
Choose Me Lyrics – David Banner (feat. Sky)
[David Banner:]
Yeah He Buy You Clothes I Hit It From The Back
Yeah He Drive A Benz I'm In A Woodwill Cadillac
He Readin You Poetry While I'm Spittting This Country Game
You Want Us Just Play This Pimpin' Don't Be Ashamed
Its A Shame These Soft Pretty Boy Mean Nothin'
Since These That Comin' Through For You Then Start Busting
We Out Cussin Like Macks And Ready For Car Jacks
Rollin' Up On A Slab With Yak And Some Fat Sacks Like That, Yeah
[Sky:]
All These Bars All These Cars All These Big Time Superstars
All These Ladies At This Bar Watch These Haters Play Their Parts
You Can't Stop Me Or My Pimpin'
Cause You Lame And You Be Simpin
I'm Like Micheal You Be Pippen'
Table Dance But Sky Ain't Tippin'
[Sky:]
The Sight Of You
The Smell Of You
The Way You Move
Has Got Me In The Mood
You Seem So Cool
You're Style Is Smooth
My Search Is Done
Cuz I Found You
9:15 And Baby The Night Is Young Plus You You Told Me That You Were Gonna
Give Me Sooommmee...
[Chorus:]
Hey Baby Girl What's Your Name Who You Wit
Do You Do Wanna Get Down With This Pimpin' Lil' Trick
Tell Me What You Like
What You Love We Can Do No Matter What It Is I Can Make It Come True
Never Gave Da Benz The Ferrari Or The Lac Tell Me What You Wanna Drive And You Got It Like That
I'm Givin You The Chance Dis The Opportunity
You Can Have It All But Ya Gotta Choose Me
[Sky:]
Came In Theresa, Michelle And Felicia, Jackie And Rene', Raquel And Shey Shey,
Erica And Kiki, Shimiki, Shone, And Mi Mi, Beverly, Byina, Teritone And Hottie,
Aww Janae And Jane, Mocoa And Blue Flame, Carolyn And Marilyn And Angie And Shamane
Brandie And Aleyah Shamari And Nakeisha, Shawna And Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa
[Sky:]
The Sight Of You
The Smell Of You
The Way You Move
Has Got Me In The Mood
You Seem So Cool
You're Style Is Smooth
My Search Is Done [x2: While Chorus Repeats In Background]
[David Banner:]
Choose Me Big Banner The Back Beater
The Dubz Can't Fit On The Truck They Caught Fevers
25 Inches I Can Clear The Benches Or We Can Go Up And Down Like Them Rug Bitches
Let Them Hatin Witches They Gonna Wish For Hate
But They All Scream Damn While Ya Masturbate
The Worm On The Hook I Can Whip And Cook Hit The Block With Chunky Socks While You Hit The Books
I Make That Sacrifice Like Jesus Preachers On Them Lames
I'm True With How I Feel, No Fingers Crossed Dis Ain't No Game,
But You A Pimp Mayn I Promise Yall That I Can Change
Like A Chameleon The Colors On Your Rings N Thangs
[Sky:]
You Can Have What You Want
If You Give Me What I Need,
I Know You Have A Lot Of Options {So Many Other Ways}
But Baby You Belong With Me Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh
[Chorus]
Yeah He Buy You Clothes I Hit It From The Back
Yeah He Drive A Benz I'm In A Woodwill Cadillac
He Readin You Poetry While I'm Spittting This Country Game
You Want Us Just Play This Pimpin' Don't Be Ashamed
Its A Shame These Soft Pretty Boy Mean Nothin'
Since These That Comin' Through For You Then Start Busting
We Out Cussin Like Macks And Ready For Car Jacks
Rollin' Up On A Slab With Yak And Some Fat Sacks Like That, Yeah
[Sky:]
All These Bars All These Cars All These Big Time Superstars
All These Ladies At This Bar Watch These Haters Play Their Parts
You Can't Stop Me Or My Pimpin'
Cause You Lame And You Be Simpin
I'm Like Micheal You Be Pippen'
Table Dance But Sky Ain't Tippin'
[Sky:]
The Sight Of You
The Smell Of You
The Way You Move
Has Got Me In The Mood
You Seem So Cool
You're Style Is Smooth
My Search Is Done
Cuz I Found You
9:15 And Baby The Night Is Young Plus You You Told Me That You Were Gonna
Give Me Sooommmee...
[Chorus:]
Hey Baby Girl What's Your Name Who You Wit
Do You Do Wanna Get Down With This Pimpin' Lil' Trick
Tell Me What You Like
What You Love We Can Do No Matter What It Is I Can Make It Come True
Never Gave Da Benz The Ferrari Or The Lac Tell Me What You Wanna Drive And You Got It Like That
I'm Givin You The Chance Dis The Opportunity
You Can Have It All But Ya Gotta Choose Me
[Sky:]
Came In Theresa, Michelle And Felicia, Jackie And Rene', Raquel And Shey Shey,
Erica And Kiki, Shimiki, Shone, And Mi Mi, Beverly, Byina, Teritone And Hottie,
Aww Janae And Jane, Mocoa And Blue Flame, Carolyn And Marilyn And Angie And Shamane
Brandie And Aleyah Shamari And Nakeisha, Shawna And Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa
[Sky:]
The Sight Of You
The Smell Of You
The Way You Move
Has Got Me In The Mood
You Seem So Cool
You're Style Is Smooth
My Search Is Done [x2: While Chorus Repeats In Background]
[David Banner:]
Choose Me Big Banner The Back Beater
The Dubz Can't Fit On The Truck They Caught Fevers
25 Inches I Can Clear The Benches Or We Can Go Up And Down Like Them Rug Bitches
Let Them Hatin Witches They Gonna Wish For Hate
But They All Scream Damn While Ya Masturbate
The Worm On The Hook I Can Whip And Cook Hit The Block With Chunky Socks While You Hit The Books
I Make That Sacrifice Like Jesus Preachers On Them Lames
I'm True With How I Feel, No Fingers Crossed Dis Ain't No Game,
But You A Pimp Mayn I Promise Yall That I Can Change
Like A Chameleon The Colors On Your Rings N Thangs
[Sky:]
You Can Have What You Want
If You Give Me What I Need,
I Know You Have A Lot Of Options {So Many Other Ways}
But Baby You Belong With Me Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh
[Chorus]
So Trill Lyrics – David Banner
Bread and water..This what it comes down to
[Verse 1:]
I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches
Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good
As long as all these records keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Yall know it ain't right..
And I ain't bending for these hoes
Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home
So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill
The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast
But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most
[Bridge:]
Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most
Fuck, so trill..
[Hook x2:]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
[Verse 2:]
I remember when the twin towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad
Or a bird in the Bush
Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push
Yall dont try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi
So P-Boy keep pushin'..
We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission
[Hook x2:]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
[Verse 3:]
This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms
If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms
And come and getcha, send me a kite...
And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick
Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit
I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood
Mayne i made some bullshit but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
[Hook: until fade]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
[Verse 1:]
I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl
Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches
Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good
As long as all these records keep sellin'
Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin'
Yall know it ain't right..
And I ain't bending for these hoes
Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home
So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay
Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills
The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill
The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast
But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most
[Bridge:]
Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most
Fuck, so trill..
[Hook x2:]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
[Verse 2:]
I remember when the twin towers fell
Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell?
I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad
Or a bird in the Bush
Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push
Yall dont try to praise God now
He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk
Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me
I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me
Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi
So P-Boy keep pushin'..
We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission
[Hook x2:]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
[Verse 3:]
This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms
If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms
And come and getcha, send me a kite...
And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name
I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick
Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit
I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches
I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood
Mayne i made some bullshit but it's good
And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
[Hook: until fade]
I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
Bush Lyrics – David Banner
[David Banner]
Mama ain't got no cash, daddy aint got no doe
So daddy went to my mama and started pimpin that hoe
Man it's hard times, niggas ain't got shit
Nothin but billy clubs to they head and they ass kicked
Heroin in they vein, cocaine up in they brain
Man what you expect, America gave us pain
So fuck it, now we thugs, ??? mean drugs
And takin mean mugs, and fill 'em with those slugs
I gave up fake gods, and Jesus don't look like us
Why y'all think we gon' kill and just don't give a hot fuck
Devil that's how you made us, ??? us up in the pen
Man we came out blind, that's why we goin back in
But God, I'mma teach 'em, reach 'em up in these streets
Bush, I'm runnin' up in this shit like a track meet
You murdered, up in Texas where killin' is such a sin
The first month you in office you started killin' again
But shit, we just some niggas and that's how the game go
Y'all took us up out the state moved us straight out to Death Row
Y'all may of, made us slaves but never make us your hoe
God, you my pimp so let's start exposin' these hoes
Y'all judges some weak pussies, y'all preaches some rapin' fags
These people that made us slaves, these niggas wavin' they flags
America ain't shit but home of the hot lick
They hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dick
[Chorus]
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Mama ain't got no cash, daddy aint got no doe
So daddy went to my mama and started pimpin that hoe
Man it's hard times, niggas ain't got shit
Nothin but billy clubs to they head and they ass kicked
Heroin in they vein, cocaine up in they brain
Man what you expect, America gave us pain
So fuck it, now we thugs, ??? mean drugs
And takin mean mugs, and fill 'em with those slugs
I gave up fake gods, and Jesus don't look like us
Why y'all think we gon' kill and just don't give a hot fuck
Devil that's how you made us, ??? us up in the pen
Man we came out blind, that's why we goin back in
But God, I'mma teach 'em, reach 'em up in these streets
Bush, I'm runnin' up in this shit like a track meet
You murdered, up in Texas where killin' is such a sin
The first month you in office you started killin' again
But shit, we just some niggas and that's how the game go
Y'all took us up out the state moved us straight out to Death Row
Y'all may of, made us slaves but never make us your hoe
God, you my pimp so let's start exposin' these hoes
Y'all judges some weak pussies, y'all preaches some rapin' fags
These people that made us slaves, these niggas wavin' they flags
America ain't shit but home of the hot lick
They hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dick
[Chorus]
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Fire Falling lyrics - david banner
[Intro]
Wasn't nothing but thugs, threw yo ass in first (Might as well laugh)
Now they want a nigga to go to war (They gon' blow this motherfucka up)
South side, know what I'm talkin bout?
Yeah, Yeah
We gon' blow this bitch up
[Hook - David Banner]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Verse 1 - David Banner]
Hennessy sippin;
Pop the clip in, cock it and bust
The shit they doin dirt, ain't got nothing to do with us
Man we grippin grain
This ain't bout peace, this all bout change
This all bout oil
Ya'll fake like fronts that filled with foil
They make my blood boil, buddy
Yeah, we under arms
I swear to God, somethin's musty
Picture, they bust me, cuss me, dust me off
Mississippi 'til I die, I can spit it then I cough
Y'all from the north, we from the south
What these ho's wanna yell about
I'm all bout cheese, but late-lee
I been fallin down on my knees, screamin "God, please"
"Could all the Vice Lords love all the G's? G's love 'em back?"
We reppin God in the Cadillac
If they kill me, Mississippi bust all them bitches back
Kick they doe;
I'll tell Bush, I ain't no G.I. Joe
I ain't tryina fight it, you, or your damn daddy's war
I'd rather go back to the struggle when my life was slow
[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Verse 2 - David Banner]
Whatever happened to ya boy Bin Laden?
Is he dead, blown up, or forgotten?
As Mr. Big ball, how many kids gon' die?
How many mothers knowin I bought a M&M with two fifties
If ya find who killed Pac, can ya come and get me?
Who killed Biggie jiggly Smalls
Ya'll can put some nuts in ya jaws
If you think I'll put my life on pause
For a man who killed blacks behind four brick walls and barb wires
And Texas penitentiaries
After him I'm thinkin they comin back, and gettin me
I'm a playa, but America been pimpin me
And y'all wonder why a nigga gotta pimp to eat
[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Verse 3 - David Banner]
Birmingham niggas, say they ready to ride
Blood and Crip niggas, throw yo set oh so high
Man we ready to die, but die for just what?
Let's fight the motherfucas hatin us and tear this bitch up
Little Rock been bangin, slangin gettin they g's
When I scream Mississippi, where niggas gon' die for me
A.T.L. niggas, screamin it's on foo
It's pass if ya black or white
It's bound if ya rich or poor, though
[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Outro - David Banner]
Know what I'm talkin bout?
Lookin like the last days of time for me, my nigga
All the bullshit over with
Time for niggas to stand up and be men
All that PUSSY ASS shit out the door, nigga
Know what I'm talkin bout
South side
Wasn't nothing but thugs, threw yo ass in first (Might as well laugh)
Now they want a nigga to go to war (They gon' blow this motherfucka up)
South side, know what I'm talkin bout?
Yeah, Yeah
We gon' blow this bitch up
[Hook - David Banner]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Verse 1 - David Banner]
Hennessy sippin;
Pop the clip in, cock it and bust
The shit they doin dirt, ain't got nothing to do with us
Man we grippin grain
This ain't bout peace, this all bout change
This all bout oil
Ya'll fake like fronts that filled with foil
They make my blood boil, buddy
Yeah, we under arms
I swear to God, somethin's musty
Picture, they bust me, cuss me, dust me off
Mississippi 'til I die, I can spit it then I cough
Y'all from the north, we from the south
What these ho's wanna yell about
I'm all bout cheese, but late-lee
I been fallin down on my knees, screamin "God, please"
"Could all the Vice Lords love all the G's? G's love 'em back?"
We reppin God in the Cadillac
If they kill me, Mississippi bust all them bitches back
Kick they doe;
I'll tell Bush, I ain't no G.I. Joe
I ain't tryina fight it, you, or your damn daddy's war
I'd rather go back to the struggle when my life was slow
[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Verse 2 - David Banner]
Whatever happened to ya boy Bin Laden?
Is he dead, blown up, or forgotten?
As Mr. Big ball, how many kids gon' die?
How many mothers knowin I bought a M&M with two fifties
If ya find who killed Pac, can ya come and get me?
Who killed Biggie jiggly Smalls
Ya'll can put some nuts in ya jaws
If you think I'll put my life on pause
For a man who killed blacks behind four brick walls and barb wires
And Texas penitentiaries
After him I'm thinkin they comin back, and gettin me
I'm a playa, but America been pimpin me
And y'all wonder why a nigga gotta pimp to eat
[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Verse 3 - David Banner]
Birmingham niggas, say they ready to ride
Blood and Crip niggas, throw yo set oh so high
Man we ready to die, but die for just what?
Let's fight the motherfucas hatin us and tear this bitch up
Little Rock been bangin, slangin gettin they g's
When I scream Mississippi, where niggas gon' die for me
A.T.L. niggas, screamin it's on foo
It's pass if ya black or white
It's bound if ya rich or poor, though
[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
[Outro - David Banner]
Know what I'm talkin bout?
Lookin like the last days of time for me, my nigga
All the bullshit over with
Time for niggas to stand up and be men
All that PUSSY ASS shit out the door, nigga
Know what I'm talkin bout
South side
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