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David Banner
Mama ain't got no cash, daddy ain't got no doe
So daddy went to my mama and started pimpin that hoe
Man it's hard times, ain't got s**t
Nothin but billy clubs to they head and they as* kicked
Heroin in they vein, cocaine up in they brain
Man what you expect, America gave us pain
So fk it, now we thugs, we peddle ya mean drugs
And takin mean mugs, and fill 'em with gold 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 fk?
Devil that's how you made us, hiatus 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 s**t 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 s**t, we just some and that's how the game go
Y'all took us up out of slavery 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 p*ssies, y'all preachers some rapin' f*gs
These people that made us slaves, these wavin' they flags
America ain't s**t but home of the hot lick
They hang us all by a rope, then laugh and cut off our d*ck
Chorus
Have y'all ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
