Artist：david banner
Songs Title：bloody war
I wish I had my pistol.
Miggas think the south is a fad ni**a.
I went back and picked up my ni**a B.G.
We gon crank this mug.
Soutside motherf**ker!!!!
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 b**ches
With choppas running from helicopters and duckin the feds
Thirsting for blood ready for war I'm wanting you dead.
I want that ni**a to come that sh*t so I can get it back and go beat that b**ch.
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 a**
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 f**king glock I wanted peace but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock Knock. Who is it? B**ch call me David Ban.
The man with a plan to put your a** in some land.
B**ch!!!
Ni**a where I'm from
All we do is kill and hustle
If you come slippin 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 a** busted.
I'm out here half the time I don't sleep.
How Imma 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 50 through
Sweat on my palms bomb a** 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
Imma 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 ni**a.
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.
