bloody war

i wish i had my pistol

niggas think the south is a motherfucking fad

nigga

i went back and picked up my nigga b.g

we gon' crank this mug

southside

motherfucker!

bloody war! bloody

bloody war!

what you think these bullets and all these guns made for?

bloody war! bloody

bloody war!

what you think these bullets and all these guns made for?

they made to bust with em they made to bang with em

if you trippin

they made to knock out your brains with em

they made to bust with em they made to bang with em

if you trippin

they made to knock out your brains with em

i'm hittin you bitches

with choppas

running from helicopters and duckin the feds

thirsting for blood

ready for war

i'm wanting you dead

i want that nigga to come that shit

so i can get it back and go beat that bitch

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 ass

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 fucking glock

i wanted peace

but now my piece is clearing out the block

knock

knock. who is it? bitch

call me david ban

the man with a plan to put your ass in some land

bitch!

nigga

where i'm from

all we do is kill and hustle

if you come slipping 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 ass busted

i'm out here

half the time i don't sleep

how i'mma 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

flipping through psalms

sweat on my palms

bomb ass 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

i'mma 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 nigga

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