David Banner
Mic check, 1-2
I'm just going to get right to it
Luda!
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical
Murdering the rapper and killing beats, nigga
I'm cinematic making everybody panic
I be bustin' like a fully automatic, feel the heat, nigga
We can battle in the Phantom in Atlanta, the rover in Minnesota or the Arizona streets, nigga
They sayin' all these offensive lines, I snapback, it's the quarterback sneak, nigga
One time for the sneak dissers, ol' puss ass fuckboys say my name
Anybody coming at me know I never back down, killing a rapper is my claim to fame
You lame
And my flow would expose any hoes even on a nigga worst day
They saying Luda don't want it no more
Naw nigga I'm as hungry as the first day
What you want? How you want it? You can get it, I'm the definition of a real G from the Southside
The crime scene be the studio, get the yellow tape and the chalk and I'm leaving everybody outline
I'm all about mine
Getting paid, getting laid, getting clothes, getting hoes, getting green back
Used be like everybody is a lil' kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone, giving me dome, my music on with the seats back
Ludacris, this is album number eight and my pockets gonna be straight even if a nigga leak that
Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack in the back like "Damn Luda freak that!"
Break it down like you drop it to the ground, but we like the 808 in Atlanta so bring the beat back
Sample had to eat that
Couldn't control alt or delete that
But put any other rapper on the track and I guarantee they'll never know how to treat that
I'm a boss, I'm a king, I'm a legend, I'ma drill it in your head 'til you dose off
And I just so happen to be the type of rapper that make your woman wanna take her clothes off
So let's get to the action
Let's get to the show
I been getting to the Forbes list six year straight, let's get to the dough
Shout out to the Luda Nation
All my fans just got live
And they ready for everybody to put me in the rapper category of ya top five
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Let me get it back
Ever since I
Came in the game, it ain't never been the same
Can't nobody do it like me
Is it ever gonna be another Luda, you know that'll never happen, that's highly unlikely
Knowing that I'm better than everybody you put me up against, I'm in the hall of fame
So fuck call to call, we can go bar for bar, I'll put your name up on the wall of shame
And every day is the same thing
Looking for another way for me to make paper
I think it's time for every single rapper to go to church
Whoever is my opponent you better pray first
They like "Luda why you rapping so fast?"
I'm like "Bitch, why you listen too slow?"
I'm the truth in the booth and they can't keep up hardly 'cause I always hit 'em with a new flow
And the two door with the coup low with the Hublot out the window
With the two low blades from the top like judo, listening to Bruno on the way to school though
Getting kudos from a few hoes and they finna choose though
'Cause I'm numero uno and the crew know it's a couple loop holes
When it come to fluke hoes 'cause some of they pussy bite like Cujo
But back to the you know who
I can't stop 'til you tell me I'm the greatest
If you need a reminder then put the whole song on repeat and continue to play this
Better turn your stereo louder
Listen up and let me preach
And let's get arrested for disturbing the peace