[Intro]
Wasn't nothing but thugs, threw yo ass in first (Might as well laugh)
Now they want a nigga to go to war (They gon' blow this motherfucka up)
South side, know what I'm talkin bout?
Yeah, Yeah
We gon' blow this bitch up

[Hook - David Banner]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey

[Verse 1 - David Banner]
Hennessy sippin;
Pop the clip in, cock it and bust
The shit they doin dirt, ain't got nothing to do with us
Man we grippin grain
This ain't bout peace, this all bout change
This all bout oil
Ya'll fake like fronts that filled with foil
They make my blood boil, buddy
Yeah, we under arms
I swear to God, somethin's musty
Picture, they bust me, cuss me, dust me off
Mississippi 'til I die, I can spit it then I cough
Y'all from the north, we from the south
What these ho's wanna yell about
I'm all bout cheese, but late-lee
I been fallin down on my knees, screamin "God, please"
"Could all the Vice Lords love all the G's? G's love 'em back?"
We reppin God in the Cadillac
If they kill me, Mississippi bust all them bitches back
Kick they doe;
I'll tell Bush, I ain't no G.I. Joe
I ain't tryina fight it, you, or your damn daddy's war
I'd rather go back to the struggle when my life was slow

[Hook]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey
We still comin down, and we still grippin the grain
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord...
Fire fallin from the sky, My Lord... heeey

[Verse 2 - David Banner]
Whatever happened to ya boy Bin Laden?
Is he dead, blown up, or forgotten?
As Mr. Big ball, how many kids gon' die?
How many mothers knowin I bought a M