Lyrics - David Banner - Certified - Treat Me Like
Nann Nigga Treat Me Like A Bitch
Verse 1. (DB)
Letz git 2 it a bitch, we n tha club, aint athang
2 gunz at yo back do look’n 4 u lamez
aw mane itz a shame, I’m th’owed n tha game
I act like I’m gone fight u then I blowin out yo brain
U talk talk shit but u aint gone do nuthin 2 lavell
I return from hell nigga,like yeah, yeah, yeah
Bloody body n all… dripin, grip’n my ballz
Hope yo click iz withoo cause I’m kill’n em all
I’m tha victim u pick em, I buss em, crush em like canz….
Mississippi’z my land… with my dick n my hand..
I been ready 2 die…wit my gunz n tha sky…
Cock it back, pull tha trigga, bet a bullet gone fly.
Hook:
Aint gone let nan’ nigga treat me like a bitch
Aint gone let nan’ nigga play me like a bitch
I aint sked o’ dat nigga, aint sked o dat bitch
I’ll crush everbody in they mothafucc’n click
Verse 2 (DB)
I kno u hoez hate my pimpin, pimpin, pimpin
But I took yo bitch
Iz dat tha real reason y u hate my click?
Dem 24’z spinnin make u so sick
And I don’t even floss like dat
But I will put 4 or 5 bulletz in yo back, walk na..
I pistol in yo mouf bitch boy, talk na’
I uzed git no love but yo girl stalkz na’
Iz it dat 106 & park pimpin? Iz it those MTV lookz?
Iz it lil john screaming on tha hookz?
Iz it dat tour bus bread? Makin love 2 deez starz?
Like gittin head from yo bitch in tha back o’ tha car
Verse 3 (Jadakiss)
A yo, I’ont like 2 promise shit, but we gone bring tha drama kid
Jus tell me who I gotta slap and where they moma live
Yet and still, real recognize real
And whoeva don’t git recognized gitz killed
2 many soldiaz 2 jeopardize in tha field
I got throw away niggaz, ready 2 die and they will
Jason, in hiz youth.. I turned into satan in tha booth
Tha only nigga wit daytonz on a coupe
I could drive but a “boss” gitz driven
So I’m shotgun, higha than tha cost o’ livin
My seat back…my gear black, my heat black
Deserve whatevea u got comin, so keep dat
Now all u doo iz turn tha lightz off
And drive real slow, and imma turn hiz life off
And im good, long az he bleedin
Nan’ nigga neva play me, long azz he breathin
Verse 1. (DB)
Letz git 2 it a bitch, we n tha club, aint athang
2 gunz at yo back do look’n 4 u lamez
aw mane itz a shame, I’m th’owed n tha game
I act like I’m gone fight u then I blowin out yo brain
U talk talk shit but u aint gone do nuthin 2 lavell
I return from hell nigga,like yeah, yeah, yeah
Bloody body n all… dripin, grip’n my ballz
Hope yo click iz withoo cause I’m kill’n em all
I’m tha victim u pick em, I buss em, crush em like canz….
Mississippi’z my land… with my dick n my hand..
I been ready 2 die…wit my gunz n tha sky…
Cock it back, pull tha trigga, bet a bullet gone fly.
Hook:
Aint gone let nan’ nigga treat me like a bitch
Aint gone let nan’ nigga play me like a bitch
I aint sked o’ dat nigga, aint sked o dat bitch
I’ll crush everbody in they mothafucc’n click
Verse 2 (DB)
I kno u hoez hate my pimpin, pimpin, pimpin
But I took yo bitch
Iz dat tha real reason y u hate my click?
Dem 24’z spinnin make u so sick
And I don’t even floss like dat
But I will put 4 or 5 bulletz in yo back, walk na..
I pistol in yo mouf bitch boy, talk na’
I uzed git no love but yo girl stalkz na’
Iz it dat 106 & park pimpin? Iz it those MTV lookz?
Iz it lil john screaming on tha hookz?
Iz it dat tour bus bread? Makin love 2 deez starz?
Like gittin head from yo bitch in tha back o’ tha car
Verse 3 (Jadakiss)
A yo, I’ont like 2 promise shit, but we gone bring tha drama kid
Jus tell me who I gotta slap and where they moma live
Yet and still, real recognize real
And whoeva don’t git recognized gitz killed
2 many soldiaz 2 jeopardize in tha field
I got throw away niggaz, ready 2 die and they will
Jason, in hiz youth.. I turned into satan in tha booth
Tha only nigga wit daytonz on a coupe
I could drive but a “boss” gitz driven
So I’m shotgun, higha than tha cost o’ livin
My seat back…my gear black, my heat black
Deserve whatevea u got comin, so keep dat
Now all u doo iz turn tha lightz off
And drive real slow, and imma turn hiz life off
And im good, long az he bleedin
Nan’ nigga neva play me, long azz he breathin