Talk To Me-David Banner

　　　 Artist：david banner Songs Title：talk to me Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x) Lay it down motherf**ker, lay it down you b**ch (Repeat 2x) The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker The if you don't come off ya sh*t, then click-clack and blaka-blaka The b**ch smacker, the cash, the dough The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head Your blood, drip in a mug Poppin' the slugs Me I just don't give a high f**k 'Bout none of yall, or ball Flip, give him a call On the celly, then it's on War until your gone Til' you die, decease F**k it b**ch ain't no peace Ain't no makin' up Bustin this 9 motherf**ker Until it's breakin' up I told yall b**ches that I'm clickin' I'm flippin these twankies Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin' Like the way I f**ked yo babymama ni**a you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!! -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!) Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!) I hate you scary a** rappers that be talkin' sh*t You, f**k around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy They love my style from the east to the west boy I keep a pistol for haters We put them spinners on gators F**k all the braggin' and boastin' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my *z Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my *z I'm from the land of the trill Where perpetrators get killed Around my way my ni**a That's how we live -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh) (Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it) You got p**sy b**ch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that *z a hoe (Don't ask me to hit my w**d, don't ask me to hit my drank) (We the best collaboration ni**a f**k what you thank) Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAF**KA!! And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack) (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car Get buck motherf**ker, Get buck (B**ch, Yeah!) Get buck motherf**ker, Get buck, give a f**k (B**ch, Yeah!) (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) B**ch (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades