f*ck Em lyrics

by

David Banner


[Intro: Pastor Troy]
(Hahaha) Yo, yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is (Yeah n*gga)
This your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner!
Mississippi to Atlanta n*gga
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

[Chorus: Pastor Troy & David Banner]
These n*ggas wanna hate, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug, f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
My mind on money (Uh-huh), what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house (Uh-huh)
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner (Come on)
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta (Okay)
No cameras, b*tch this ain't no camera trick (Come on)
Ain't no stunt man needed, b*tch you best to believe it
Some n*ggas say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right
Them same motherf*cking n*ggas gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war (Come on)
These n*ggas taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no ho my n*gga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., b*tch this DSGP (Come on)
You see the horns on my head? (Come on), n*gga you know I'm the devil (Come on)
And I pack heavy metal, what the f*ck you gon' settle?
b*tch you better settle down I'm a real ass n*gga
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherf*ck them n*ggas

[Chorus: Pastor Troy & David Banner]
These n*ggas wanna hate, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug, f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
[Verse 2: David Banner]
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? This Mississippi trill n*gga!
f*ck a hater b*tch, suck a di*k
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a b*tch, to me it ain't sh*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 (Oh)
Give a f*ck what a b*tch n*gga 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: Pastor Troy & David Banner]
These n*ggas wanna hate, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug, f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
[Bridge 1: David Banner]
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up (Come on, come on)

[Verse 3: David Banner & Pastor Troy]
Police wanna stop the trill (f*ck them n*ggas)
Wanna ride in the chromie grill (f*ck them n*ggas, uh-huh)
I'm a bust the blue steel (f*ck them n*ggas)
How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill? (f*ck them n*ggas)
Girl get loose and pop the pill (f*ck them n*ggas)
You my down wit a b*tch a feel [?] (f*ck them n*ggas, uh-huh)
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight (Come on)
If I die tonight, man f*ck em all good
Cause I left this b*tch quiver left (Come on)
And would ride man choo
What this ho really wan' do? f*ck or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't f*ck me naw n*gga, I'll f*ck you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you f*ck her wit a jack top man? (Uh-huh)
I'll shoot ya in your back like blat blat blat

[Bridge 2: David Banner & Pastor Troy]
Yeah (f*ck them n*ggas, come on)
Yeah, yeah (f*ck them n*ggas, come on)
Say f*ck them n*ggas (f*ck them n*ggas, come on)
Say f*ck them n*ggas (f*ck them n*ggas)

[Chorus: Pastor Troy & David Banner]
These n*ggas wanna hate, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug, f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna hate? f*ck them n*ggas
These n*ggas wanna mug? f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna run up on a thug? f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a pump them a slug, f*ck them n*ggas
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