| I wish I had my pistol
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| Niggas think the south is a motherfucking fad, nigga
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| I went back and picked up my nigga B. G
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| We gon' crank this mug
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| Southside, motherfucker!
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| Bloody War! |
| Bloody, bloody war!
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| What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? |
| (made for)
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| Bloody War! |
| Bloody, bloody war! |
| (war)
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| What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
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| They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with
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| em,)
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| If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em
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| They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with
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| em,)
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| If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em
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| I’m hittin you bitches
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| With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds
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| Thirsting for blood, ready for war, I’m wanting you dead
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| I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch
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| Teach that snitch, about that south; |
| the place where we woulda putta bullet in
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| your mouth
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| Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass
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| Imma slow it down cause I’m goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast
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| This the last time that I’m gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a
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| hot dime in you niggas
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| That’s ten shots, ten pops from a fucking Glock, I wanted peace,
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| but now my piece is clearing out the block
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| Knock, Knock. |
| Who is it? |
| Bitch, call me David Ban
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| The man with a plan to put your ass in some land
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| Bitch!!!
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| Nigga, where I’m from
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| All we do is kill and hustle
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| If you come slipping without that pistol, you in trouble
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| I’d insult niggas, on a block that got they’re stash took
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| The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted
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| I’m out here, half the time I don’t sleep
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| How I’mma sleep when I’m in the streets and I got beef?
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| On my block it’s war; |
| we live like we in Pakistan
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| I got the mac in my pants, and I got crack in my hands
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| I give it how you want it; |
| I take it how it come
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| They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
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| I been a little soldier; |
| I been a little beast
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| I’m even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me
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| When I pray, I don’t know what to say
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| Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day
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| A AK totter, 1st quarter, flipping through Psalms
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| Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm
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| Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam
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| Murdering Uncle Toms, I’m crunk like I’m Lil' John
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| I’mma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm
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| If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga
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| My mom ashamed of me, I’m in the game now
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| I tell her momma don’t trip, it’s too late to change now
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| I’m on the block with it, I’m in the club with it
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| Wherever you catch me at I’m ready to bust with it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloody War , by - David Banner. Song from the album Certified, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп