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David Banner - Bloody War Lyrics

Artist: David Banner

Album: Miscellaneous

Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

  • Songwriters: Lavell Crump, Christopher N Dorsey

I wish I had my pistol
Niggas, think the south is a fad nigga
I went back and picked up my nigga B.G.
We gonna crank this bitch up
Soutside motherfucker

Bloody war! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
Bloody, 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 talk 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 fuckin' gun in your mouth

Take your doe, take your cash
And let the grim reaper come and take your ass
I'mma slow it down 'cause I'm goin' to fast
I'mma slow it down 'cause I'm goin' to fast
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas
I'mma 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, they call me David Ban
The man with a plan to put your ass in some land, bitch!

Bloody war! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
Bloody, 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

Nigga, where I'm from all we do is kill and hustle
If you come slippin' 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

Bloody war! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
Bloody, 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

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, flippin' through Psalms
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weed 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

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

Bloody war! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
Bloody, 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

Hold up
Two years ago, nigga was sleeping in a bed
Y'all came back and killed all your bitch
Sick as nigga, Southside
They say I say it too much, [Incomprehensible]
What up?
Suck a dick nigga
Bitch


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