Bloody War Lyrics
| Song | Bloody War |
| Artist | David Banner |
| Album | Certified |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crump, Dorsey | |
| (David Banner talking) | |
| I wish I had my pistol. | |
| Miggas, think the south is a fad *******. | |
| I went back and picked up my ******* | |
| B.G. We gon crank this mug. | |
| Soutside mother*******!!!! | |
| Chorus 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? (B.G.) | |
| 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. | |
| Verse 1 (David Banner) | |
| I'm hittin you *******, | |
| With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, | |
| I'm wanting you dead. | |
| I want that ******* to come that ************t, so | |
| I can get it back and go beat that ************. | |
| 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 *******s, | |
| Imma ******* back and put a hot dime in you *******s. | |
| That's ten shots, ten pops from a ******g glock, | |
| I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. | |
| Knock, Knock. | |
| Who is it? | |
| ************, call me | |
| David Ban. | |
| The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. | |
| ************!!! Chorus | |
| Verse 2 (B.G.) | |
| *******, where | |
| I'm from, | |
| All we do is kill and hustle, | |
| If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. | |
| I'd insult *******s, on a block that got they're stash took, | |
| The *******s who took it turned around and got his ass busted. | |
| I'm out here, half the time | |
| I dont 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. | |
| Chorus Verse 3 (David Banner) | |
| When I pray, | |
| I dont 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 ass ******will 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 *******. (B.G.) | |
| My mom ashamed of me, | |
| I'm in the game now. | |
| I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now. | |
| Im on the block with it, | |
| I'm in the club with it. | |
| Wherever you catch me at | |
| I'm ready to bust with it. | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Crump, Dorsey | |
| David Banner talking | |
| I wish I had my pistol. | |
| Miggas, think the south is a fad . | |
| I went back and picked up my | |
| B. G. We gon crank this mug. | |
| Soutside mother!!!! | |
| Chorus 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? B. G. | |
| 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. | |
| Verse 1 David Banner | |
| I' m hittin you , | |
| With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, | |
| I' m wanting you dead. | |
| I want that to come that t, so | |
| I can get it back and go beat that . | |
| 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 s, | |
| Imma back and put a hot dime in you s. | |
| That' s ten shots, ten pops from a g glock, | |
| I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. | |
| Knock, Knock. | |
| Who is it? | |
| , call me | |
| David Ban. | |
| The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. | |
| !!! Chorus | |
| Verse 2 B. G. | |
| , where | |
| I' m from, | |
| All we do is kill and hustle, | |
| If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. | |
| I' d insult s, on a block that got they' re stash took, | |
| The s who took it turned around and got his ass busted. | |
| I' m out here, half the time | |
| I dont 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. | |
| Chorus Verse 3 David Banner | |
| When I pray, | |
| I dont 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 ass will 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 . B. G. | |
| My mom ashamed of me, | |
| I' m in the game now. | |
| I tell her momma dont trip, it' s too late to change now. | |
| Im on the block with it, | |
| I' m in the club with it. | |
| Wherever you catch me at | |
| I' m ready to bust with it. | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Crump, Dorsey | |
| David Banner talking | |
| I wish I had my pistol. | |
| Miggas, think the south is a fad . | |
| I went back and picked up my | |
| B. G. We gon crank this mug. | |
| Soutside mother!!!! | |
| Chorus 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? B. G. | |
| 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. | |
| Verse 1 David Banner | |
| I' m hittin you , | |
| With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, | |
| I' m wanting you dead. | |
| I want that to come that t, so | |
| I can get it back and go beat that . | |
| 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 s, | |
| Imma back and put a hot dime in you s. | |
| That' s ten shots, ten pops from a g glock, | |
| I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. | |
| Knock, Knock. | |
| Who is it? | |
| , call me | |
| David Ban. | |
| The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. | |
| !!! Chorus | |
| Verse 2 B. G. | |
| , where | |
| I' m from, | |
| All we do is kill and hustle, | |
| If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. | |
| I' d insult s, on a block that got they' re stash took, | |
| The s who took it turned around and got his ass busted. | |
| I' m out here, half the time | |
| I dont 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. | |
| Chorus Verse 3 David Banner | |
| When I pray, | |
| I dont 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 ass will 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 . B. G. | |
| My mom ashamed of me, | |
| I' m in the game now. | |
| I tell her momma dont trip, it' s too late to change now. | |
| Im on the block with it, | |
| I' m in the club with it. | |
| Wherever you catch me at | |
| I' m ready to bust with it. | |
| Chorus |
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