Fuck Em lyrics

Artist  : David Banner 
Song : Fuck Em



 Send "Fuck Em" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Pastor Troy







[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]



(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)



Ya'll know what time it is!



Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy



Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll



David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!







[Chorus - repeat 3x]



[PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?!



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?!



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!







[Verse: Pastor Troy]



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 wit
Banner



Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta



No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick



Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to
believe it



Some niggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn
right



Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed
tonight



You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the
war



These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take
the .44?



I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on
me



Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!



You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm
the devil



And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon'
settle



Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass
nigga



I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them
niggaz







[Chorus]







[Verse: David Banner]



Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela



Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!



Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis



I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip



And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit



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 wit black .44s and
Calico's



Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know
this



You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit
some hot grits



Tell em Yankees this a new day



Ya'll 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







[Chorus]







[Bridge: David Banner]



Now put yo bangers up



Now put yo fingers up



Now put yo fingers up



Now put yo fingers up







[Chorus]



[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!







[Verse: Pastor Troy]



Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight



Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight



If I die tonight, man fuck em all good



Cause I left this bitch quiver left



And would ride man choo



What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the
stick



Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck
you



Two, three in your face till you're blue -
black



Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?



I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT
BLAT!!







[PT:] YEAH!



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!



[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz



[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!







[Chorus - to fade]