Talk To Me lyrics

by

David Banner


[Hook - David Banner]
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch

[Verse 1 - David Banner]
The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker
The if you don't come off ya sh*t, then click-clack and blaka-blaka
The b*tch smacker, the cash, the dough
The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head
Your blood, drip in a mug
Poppin' the slugs
Me I just don't give a high f*ck
'Bout none of yall, or ball
Flip, give him a call
On the celly, then it's on
War until your gone
Til' you die, decease
f*ck it b*tch ain't no peace
Ain't no makin' up
Bustin this 9 motherf*cker
Until it's breakin' up
I told yall b*tches that I'm clickin'
I'm flippin these twankies
Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin'
Like the way I f*cked yo babymama n*gga you should thanked me
What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib
With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!!
[Hook - David Banner]
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip & David Banner]
Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh
Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!)
Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!)
I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' sh*t
You, f*ck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy
Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy
I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy
They love my style from the east to the west boy
I keep a pistol for haters
We put them spinners on gators
f*ck all the braggin' and boastin'
I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin'
You think I'm jokin, I'm not
I'll go to war for my n*ggas
Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my n*ggas
I'm from the land of the trill
Where perpetrators get killed
Around my way my n*gga
That's how we live
[Hook - David Banner]
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch

[Verse 3 - David Banner & Lil' Flip]
(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh)
Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it
You got pus*y b*tch, and I seen it
And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that n*ggas a hoe
Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank
We the best collaboration n*gga f*ck what you thank
Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAf*ckA!!
And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap di*k sucka
We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack
And we keep heaters and milli-miters Cuz we don't like the way yall act
And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are
I'm c*ckin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car

[Hook - David Banner]
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch
Lay it down motherf*cker, lay it down you b*tch
[Lil Flip - Talking] (David Banner)
Get buck motherf*cker, Get buck (b*tch, Yeah!)
Get buck motherf*cker, Get buck, give a f*ck (b*tch, Yeah!)
(Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) b*tch
(Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades
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