Lyrics - David Banner - Certified - Bloody War
Bloody War
Bloody War…. Bloody, bloody war
What u thank deez bulletz and dis gun waz make 4?
Verse 1 DB
I’m hitt’n u bitchez wit choppaz’, running from helicoptaz, im duckin tha fedz
Thirztin 4 blood, ready 4 war, I’m wanting u dead
I’m wantin a nigga 2 go talk dat shit, so I can git a bat and go beat dat bitch
Teach dat smitch…bout dat souf
A place where they’ll put a fuccin gun in ya mouf
Take yo dough…take you cash… and let tha grim repa come take yo azz
Imma slo down cause I’m going 2 fas..imma slo down cause I’m going 2 fas
Dis tha laz’ time, datg I’m gone remind u niggaz
Imma cock bacc and put a hot dime in niggaz
Datz 10 shotz or 10 popz from a fucc’n glock
I wanted peace but now my piece iz clearing outt tha block
Knock, Knock who iz it? Bitch they call me david bann…
Tha man wit a plan 2 put yo azz in some land..
Verse 2 BG
Nigga, where I’m from all we do iz kill and hustle
If u caught sllip’n without dat pistol, u in trouble
I dem saw niggaz outt on tha block who got they stazhs took
Tha nigga who took it, he turn around and got hiz azz buss’d
I’m out’chere half tha time, I don’t sleep
How imma sleep when half tha time, I got beef?
On my block it war … we livin like we in paksitan
I got dat mack in my pantz, and I got crack in my hand
I give it how u want it… I take it how it come
They say u live by tha gun and die by tha gun
I been a lil soldia…I been a lil beast…
I’m even wilda, I got soulja slim living thru me
Verse 3 Banner
When I pray, I don’t know what 2 say
Jus pray’n 2 tha Lord dat I cee anotha day
a.k. tota verze quota and flip’n thru psalmz
sweat on my plamz, bomb azz weed’ll keep me calm
strap on my arm, tha streetz iz feelin like Vietnam
Murderin uncle tomz, I’m crunk like I’m lil jon
Tha wizard waving a wand, wit bodies off in my pond
If they kill me flx… hit tha block and go and take care o’ my momz
(BG)
My mama shame o’ me I’m n tha game na’
Im on tha block wit it….i’m in tha club wit it
Whereva u catch me at, I’m ready 2 buss wit it
Bloody War…. Bloody, bloody war
What u thank deez bulletz and dis gun waz make 4?
Verse 1 DB
I’m hitt’n u bitchez wit choppaz’, running from helicoptaz, im duckin tha fedz
Thirztin 4 blood, ready 4 war, I’m wanting u dead
I’m wantin a nigga 2 go talk dat shit, so I can git a bat and go beat dat bitch
Teach dat smitch…bout dat souf
A place where they’ll put a fuccin gun in ya mouf
Take yo dough…take you cash… and let tha grim repa come take yo azz
Imma slo down cause I’m going 2 fas..imma slo down cause I’m going 2 fas
Dis tha laz’ time, datg I’m gone remind u niggaz
Imma cock bacc and put a hot dime in niggaz
Datz 10 shotz or 10 popz from a fucc’n glock
I wanted peace but now my piece iz clearing outt tha block
Knock, Knock who iz it? Bitch they call me david bann…
Tha man wit a plan 2 put yo azz in some land..
Verse 2 BG
Nigga, where I’m from all we do iz kill and hustle
If u caught sllip’n without dat pistol, u in trouble
I dem saw niggaz outt on tha block who got they stazhs took
Tha nigga who took it, he turn around and got hiz azz buss’d
I’m out’chere half tha time, I don’t sleep
How imma sleep when half tha time, I got beef?
On my block it war … we livin like we in paksitan
I got dat mack in my pantz, and I got crack in my hand
I give it how u want it… I take it how it come
They say u live by tha gun and die by tha gun
I been a lil soldia…I been a lil beast…
I’m even wilda, I got soulja slim living thru me
Verse 3 Banner
When I pray, I don’t know what 2 say
Jus pray’n 2 tha Lord dat I cee anotha day
a.k. tota verze quota and flip’n thru psalmz
sweat on my plamz, bomb azz weed’ll keep me calm
strap on my arm, tha streetz iz feelin like Vietnam
Murderin uncle tomz, I’m crunk like I’m lil jon
Tha wizard waving a wand, wit bodies off in my pond
If they kill me flx… hit tha block and go and take care o’ my momz
(BG)
My mama shame o’ me I’m n tha game na’
Im on tha block wit it….i’m in tha club wit it
Whereva u catch me at, I’m ready 2 buss wit it