David Banner
B.A.N. (The Love Song)
[Intro - Colonel H. Stinkmeaner + (David Banner):]
Bitch ass n***a, bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
Bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(It still sound like)
You wanna do something bitch ass n***a
(Yea)
Hold up (This for that mothafuckin')

[Chorus - Colonel H. Stinkmeaner + (David Banner):]
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(It still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up (This for that mothafuckin')
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up

[Verse One: David Banner]
It's that body guard n***a that snitched on TIP
It's your cousin or your homeboy told on Mike Vick
It's dat middle class n***a mayn tryna sell dope
Get caught, turn bitch and go and snitch on his folks, yea
Man, you wasn't broke, you didn't live in the trap
He ain't have to turn fed, we ain't do it like that
But I got a remedy for these snitches at the crib
You can't never come home, bitch, we know where you live
Thugs, grab your AK's, girls, grab your 22's
Let's take it to the streets and show these snitches what it do
You mothafuckin'
[Chorus - Colonel H. Stinkmeaner + (David Banner):]
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(It still sounds like)
You wanna do something! (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up (This for that mothafuckin')
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up

[Verse Two: David Banner]
This is for my bloods and this is for my crips
Throw your sets up, one nation in this bitch
We so quick to kill each other in the hoods where we from
But we hide the AK's when the fucking Feds come
When there's a pedophile that's lurking 'round where we stay
We turn our fucking cheek and let them faggots walk away
But God gave me a vision and now a thug sees
What would happen in the hood if the vice lords and G's
All came together; blue and red flags
Raisin a nation of black; n***a, ain't it sad
We got too many cowards that'll let them bullets fly
Cause they'd rather get paid and watch the young kids die
You mothafuckin'
[Chorus - Colonel H. Stinkmeaner + (David Banner):]
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(It still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up (This for that mothafuckin')
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up

[Verse Three: David Banner]
I'm talking about the B-I-T-C-H ass N-I double G-A, ay
Let hit em with the AK
Yeah I'm talking about the AK
Man I'm talking about your home boy that's trying to fuck your girl when you in the wars with your main bay bay
Yeah I'm talking about Iraq
Let's stab that mothafucka when you come back
Let's hit him in the face with a ball bat
I mean a baseball
I mean fuck ya'll, I mean fuck them
Man I'm talking about them n***as that'll stay in your house
You put food his mouth and that n***a run out
Bitch you know who I'm talking bout
With your fat ass
If I get you round here then it's gun blast
Click clack on your punk ass
One shot to your mothafuckin' head
If you fall then I hope that you die fast
Or you die slow
Ain't no hoe in my blood man, thug till da day that I die
Mississppi in dis bitch, that ain't no lie
If you wanna kill me, bitch go and try
Muh'fuckin'
[Colonel H. Stinkmeaner]
Bitch ass n***a, bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
Bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass n***a

[Chorus - Colonel H. Stinkmeaner + (David Banner):]
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(It still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up (This for that mothafuckin')
Bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass n***a (This for that)
Bitch ass, bitch ass, (It's for that) bitch ass, bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
You wanna do something? (Yea) Bitch ass n***a
(Still sounds like)
(Yea) Hold up

[Outro: David Banner]
See what I'm talking about?
Fuck the muh'fuckin' cops!
We gotta start handle these pussy ass n***as
In our own mother fucking community
See they ain't going to do anything about these motherfucking snitches
Cause it helps America my n***a!
You know what I'm talking about?
We gonna have to handle these pussy ass... punk ass... fuck... in the ass
Ooooh I hate you n***as!