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David Banner - Who's That lyrics
(Whos that peeping in my window
 My folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)
 [David Banner:]
 Everybody wanna rap but y'all don't seem sincere
 Do you realize the pain going on round here?
 Think bout the things that we putting in these kids ear
 As parallel to slave stories told by [?]
 I'm a man with a plan since fifteen on the corner
 With some beats in my hand all rapped in Tehran
 Trying getting cash, stacks, ghats, smacked and rubber bands
 I was just like you, young nigga skipping school
 Smoking weed tryna fuck something
 An then I had to move
 Ya God made me choose, the dope game, rap, or school
 Cause it's all fucked up
 That's word to my name, Now we All Skrewed UP
 Bitches popping pills Now they all juiced up
 Black women raise your kids
 Cause we don't need a lil nigga in the pen dodging dick
 And I know it sounds sick six six
 Oil spills on the coast but BP STILL RICH
 Man them white folk ain't gon trip
 Katrina, now this, they tryna break our spirits
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 But niggas wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks [x3]
 This is David Banners
 Mississippi country grammar
 I'm sick of all my niggas praising living in slammers
 Board up your window nigga, and save that peace shit for the pope
 Cause there's a war going on, an it's all about dope
 The rich is getting richer and the poor is getting broke
 Meanwhile niggas hating on my twenty-two spokes
 Am I caddy A Caddy I had to have more
 Then a Pyrex visit, tryna flip a lil coke
 Y'all love black folks
 We gotta do more than smoke
 I gotta flow like Muhammad when you up against the ropes
 Every verse from now on is a muthafuckin hook
 For you fuck ass rappers, bent over for the soap
 Yelling pause grand dad, N.O
 Star bitches in the crowd like I'm Tony Romo
 I gotta heart like a pit
 Got beats like a pimp
 I'm a man amongst women, let y'all play the bitch
 Got boo on deck and to big crits
 Still articulating words with a southern accent
 Biitch
 (Whos that peeping in my window
 My folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)








