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David Banner

Genres: Hip-Hop

Represent Lyrics - David Banner

Yeah, What (repeat 7x) 

 

Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia 

Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what? 

 

[Lil' Flip] 

They told me I can't talk about ice no more 

But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more 

I get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club 

When I perform me a hoe, niggaz get jumped in the club 

But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run 

And just because you gotta gun don't mean that's the only one 

So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit 

'cause you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit 

I bet, I bet I could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner 

I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta 

'cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring 

I got my name on my jersey like I play with that team 

I'ma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!) 

And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!) 

So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man 

It's Lil' Flip, representin' Clova Land 

 

[Chorus 1: Lil' Flip] 

I'm reppin' H-Town until the day that I die 

If you look me in the eyes you could tell I'm high 

Yeah you could talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk 

'cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught 

(repeat) 

 

[David Banner] 

I'm from the J the A the see to the K..Town, Mississippi bitch 

And boy we'll blow off ya face 

Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is trill 

Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed 

From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin' 

Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin' 

Like WOOF!, nigga stop beggin' me please 

How you gon' walk and talk shit if I blow off yo knees 

I'll have ya walkin' like a parrott do, stick foot pussy you 

The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too 

I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's 

And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya see-L..K 

Ya body don' got carried away 

Mississippi til' I die bitch so have a nice day 

Or a long ass night nigga 

Yeah yo death is settin' in muthafucka ain't no need for you to fight nigga 

 

[Chorus 2: David Banner] 

Throw yo sets up nigga, and raise em' real high 

David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die 

(repeat 4x) 

 

[DJ Paul] 

Now I'ma M-Town reppa, like no other 

Mask on my face cause I ride undercover 

I'ma mean-mugga, a nigga hoe up from the show up 

And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up 

When I roll up, it is a hold up 

Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe 

Cause all I want to hear is ching-ching 

Like casino slots, or this hot glock 

Get cocked, leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot 

for his stash spot 

 

[Juicy J] 

No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch) 

With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips) 

And you know that we runnin' this thang (this thang) 

Nigga step, I'ma let my nuts hang (nuts hang) 

You can get yo ass shot popped, put off in a head-lock 

Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop-phop 

Shot yeah you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped 

Memphis, Tenn. in this bitch thought you knew we don't stop 

 

[Chorus 3: DJ Paul] 

We some M-Town niggaz and we gonna turn it out 

Memphis, Tenn. in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth 

(repeat 4x) 

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