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作词 : Crump, Dorsey |
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(David Banner talking) |
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I wish I had my pistol. |
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Miggas, think the south is a fad *******. |
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I went back and picked up my ******* |
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B.G. We gon crank this mug. |
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Soutside mother*******!!!! |
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Chorus Bloody |
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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! |
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Bloody, bloody war! (war) |
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What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (B.G.) |
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They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with 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 em,) |
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If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. |
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Verse 1 (David Banner) |
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I'm hittin you *******, |
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With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, |
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I'm wanting you dead. |
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I want that ******* to come that ************t, so |
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I can get it back and go beat that ************. |
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Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in 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 |
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I'm goin to fast, |
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Imma slow it down to fast. |
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This the last time that |
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I'm gonna remind you *******s, |
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Imma ******* back and put a hot dime in you *******s. |
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That's ten shots, ten pops from a ******g glock, |
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I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. |
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Knock, Knock. |
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Who is it? |
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************, call me |
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David Ban. |
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The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. |
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************!!! Chorus |
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Verse 2 (B.G.) |
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*******, where |
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I'm from, |
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All we do is kill and hustle, |
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If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. |
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I'd insult *******s, on a block that got they're stash took, |
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The *******s who took it turned around and got his ass busted. |
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I'm out here, half the time |
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I dont sleep. |
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How Imma sleep when |
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I'm in the streets and |
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I got beef. |
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On my block it's war; we live like we in |
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Pakistan, |
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I got the mac in my pants, and |
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I got crack in my hands. |
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I give it how you want it; |
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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; |
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I been a little beast. |
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I'm even wilder, |
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I got Soldier |
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Slim livin through me. |
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Chorus Verse 3 (David Banner) |
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When I pray, |
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I dont know what to say. |
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Just beg to the |
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Lord to let me see another day. |
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A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through ***** |
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Sweat on my palms, bomb ass ******will keep me calm. |
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Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like |
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Vietnam, Murdering |
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Uncle Toms, |
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I'm crunk like |
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I'm Lil' John |
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Imma 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 *******. (B.G.) |
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My mom ashamed of me, |
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I'm in the game now. |
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I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now. |
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Im on the block with it, |
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I'm in the club with it. |
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Wherever you catch me at |
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I'm ready to bust with it. |
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Chorus |