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Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah nigg*, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigg*!
Chorus - repeat 3x
PT: These wanna hate?!
DB: fck them !
PT: These wanna mug?!
DB: fck them !
PT: Wanna run up on a thug?!
DB: fck them !
PT: I'm a pump them a slug!
DB: fck them !
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, b*tch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, b*tch you best to believe it
Some say I'm conceded, I say you God d*mn right
Them same motherfking gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my nigg*, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., b*tch this DSGP!
You see the horns on my head? nigg* you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE fcK you gon' settle
b*tch you better settle down I'm a real as* nigg*
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, them
Chorus
Verse: David Banner
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigg*!
fk a hater b*tch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a b*tch, to me it ain't s**t
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 fcK what a b*tch nigg* know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a b*tch 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: fck them !
PT: Wanna ride in the chromie grill
DB: fck them !
PT: I'm a bust the blue steel
DB: fck them !
PT: How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
DB: fck them !
PT: Girl get loose and pop the pill
DB: fck them !
PT: You my down wit a b*tch a feel (?)
DB: fck them !
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 fk em all good
Cause I left this b*tch quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? fk or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't fk me naw nigg*, I'll fk you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you fk her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!
PT: YEAH!
DB: fck them !
PT: YEAH! YEAH!
DB: fck them !
PT: Say fk them
DB: fck them !
PT: Say fk them
DB: fck them !
Chorus - to fade