Bloody War - David Banner, B.G.

I wish I had my pistol

Niggas think the south is a motherfucking fad, nigga

I went back and picked up my nigga B. G

We gon' crank this mug

Southside, motherfucker!

Bloody War!

Bloody, bloody war!

What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?

(made for)

Bloody War!

Bloody, bloody war!

(war)

What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?

They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with

em,)

If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em

They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with

em,)

If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em

I’m hittin you bitches

With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds

Thirsting for blood, ready for war, I’m wanting you dead

I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch

Teach that snitch, about that south;

the place where we woulda putta bullet in

your mouth

Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass

Imma slow it down cause I’m goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast

This the last time that I’m gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a

hot dime in you niggas

That’s ten shots, ten pops from a fucking Glock, I wanted peace,

but now my piece is clearing out the block

Knock, Knock.

Who is it?

Bitch, call me David Ban

The man with a plan to put your ass in some land

Bitch!!!

Nigga, where I’m from

All we do is kill and hustle

If you come slipping without that pistol, you in trouble

I’d insult niggas, on a block that got they’re stash took

The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted

I’m out here, half the time I don’t sleep

How I’mma sleep when I’m in the streets and I got beef?

On my block it’s war;

we live like we in Pakistan

I got the mac in my pants, and I got crack in my hands

I give it how you want it;

I take it how it come

They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun

I been a little soldier;

I been a little beast

I’m even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me

When I pray, I don’t know what to say

Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day

A AK totter, 1st quarter, flipping through Psalms

Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm

Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam

Murdering Uncle Toms, I’m crunk like I’m Lil' John

I’mma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm

If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga

My mom ashamed of me, I’m in the game now

I tell her momma don’t trip, it’s too late to change now

I’m on the block with it, I’m in the club with it

Wherever you catch me at I’m ready to bust with it