Artist: David Banner Album: Mississipi: The Album Song: So Trill Typed by: kill4747@hotmail.com [David Banner] Bread and water... This what it come down to Yeah! I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good as long as all these records keep sellin' Niggas time cut so these snitches keep tellin' Y'all know it ain't right And I ain't bending for these hoes Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows? Man, these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay Half-bit like they rich broke, niggas swisha sweet So I sit, in a lac and just smoke, stayin' down in the street Vernon Dixon Georgetown in the hills The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill The delta and the coast, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most Damn, the kids is what a nigga love most Fuck, so trill.. [Chorus 2x: David Banner] I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (So trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (So trill) [David Banner] I remember when the Twin Towers fell Did the boys in the G know, and just didn't tell? I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad Or a bird in the Bush Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push Y'all don't try to praise God now He been watchin from the jump, I'ma crunk Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones y'all can kill me I'ma G, and the world is goIn' feel me Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi, so P-Boy keep pushin' We some big one, life would street, man, we all on a mission [Chorus 2x: David Banner] I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (So trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (So trill) [David Banner] This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war then I swear I'm gonna raise them arms And come and getcha, send me a kite And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood Mayne, I made some bullshit, but it's good And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest [Chorus 2x: David Banner] I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (So trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (So trill)