f*ck ’Em (Ft. Pastor Troy) lyrics

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!
Yo, yo
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
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 with Banner
Mississippi putting it down with 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 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
These n*ggas taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my n*gga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., b*tch this DSGP
You see the horns on my head? n*gga you know I'm the devil
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
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
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? This Mississippi trill n*gga!
f*ck a hater b*tch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 with 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 with black .44's and Calico's
Give a f*ck what a b*tch n*gga know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a b*tch with some hot grits
Tell 'em Yankees this a new day
Y'all 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
[Incomprehensible]
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
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Police wanna stop the trill
f*ck them n*ggas
Wanna ride in the chromie grill
f*ck them n*ggas
I'm a bust the blue steel
f*ck them n*ggas
How you's gon' hate with 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
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell 'em thugs get ya boys we gon' ride tonight
If I die tonight, man f*ck 'em all good
'Cause I left this b*tch quiver left and would ride man choo
What this hoe 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 with a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like blat blat blat
Yeah
f*ck them n*ggas
Yeah yeah
f*ck them n*ggas
Say f*ck them n*ggas
f*ck them n*ggas
Say f*ck them n*ggas
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
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