Frayser Boy Fuckem' Lyrics

[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah n____, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta n____!

[Chorus - repeat 3x]
[PT:] These n____z wanna hate?!
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] These n____z wanna mug?!
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!
[DB:] F**k them n____z!

[Verse: Pastor Troy]
My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, b____ this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, b____ you best to believe it
Some n____z say I'm conceded, I say you God d___ right
Them same motherf**king n____z gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These n____z taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my n____, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., b____ this DSGP!
You see the horns on my head? n____ you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE F**K you gon' settle
b____ you better settle down I'm a real a__ n____
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherF**K them n____z

[Chorus]

[Verse: David Banner]
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill n____!
F**k a hater b____, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a b____, to me it ain't s___
I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip
So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's
Give a F**K what a b____ n____ know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a b____ wit some hot grits
Tell em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"
And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life

[Chorus]

[Bridge: David Banner]
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up

[Chorus]
[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] You my down wit a b____ a feel (?)
[DB:] F**k them n____z!

[Verse: Pastor Troy]
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight
If I die tonight, man f**k em all good
Cause I left this b____ quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? f**k or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't f**k me naw n____, I'll f**k you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you f**k her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!

[PT:] YEAH!
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] Say f**k them n____z
[DB:] F**k them n____z!
[PT:] Say f**k them n____z
[DB:] F**k them n____z!