David Banner Feat. Talib Kweli & Dead Prez - Ridin' lyrics
rate meI'm from a place<br />
Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang<br />
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open<br />
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang<br />
<br />
Right there in front of the kids<br />
I might as well split your wig<br />
'Cause that's just what the master did<br />
<br />
But now I'm the new Nat Turner<br />
Spreadin' something to the kids<br />
Like Sojourner, man, the truth<br />
<br />
Fuck a 'Creek, I care<br />
But you in doubts and go "Woof"<br />
He ain't dead, what pledge<br />
There's a stank up in the Bush<br />
<br />
Or a stank up in the White House<br />
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props<br />
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo<br />
Warriors come play, click the bottles<br />
<br />
Cock them AK's, bust on KK's<br />
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man<br />
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband<br />
You a grown man, nigga, stand tall<br />
<br />
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?<br />
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?<br />
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?<br />
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Country boys, city boys<br />
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce<br />
Whatever, long as we ridin'<br />
Pretty girls, ghetto boos<br />
On the boulevard, in the avenue<br />
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'<br />
<br />
Yo, niggas is not original<br />
Niggas follow the radio<br />
Niggas think if you blow<br />
Then you gotta be on the TV show<br />
<br />
Crackas is hypocritical<br />
Crackas will rob and shit on you<br />
'Cause see you do what they do<br />
They know freedom is powerful<br />
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Niggas is very visual<br />
If we see it, we think it's true<br />
Very few niggas make a move<br />
And even less'll see it through<br />
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Crackas make up the chemicals<br />
Then they call us the criminals<br />
Crackas make all the loot<br />
And we just get the residuals<br />
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Niggas will rob and shoot on you<br />
Crackas will drop a bomb on you<br />
Niggas is having funerals<br />
Crackas is having barbecues<br />
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Niggas sing the blues<br />
That's reminicin' the spiritual<br />
But when you say gawd is you<br />
Niggas ain't really hearing you<br />
<br />
Crackas like to capitalize<br />
Them crackas a lie<br />
They say if you don't unionize<br />
Then you'll probably die<br />
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I hate callin' niggas, niggas<br />
So I'ma take it backwards<br />
But I got now love for Whithey<br />
I love callin 'em crackas<br />
<br />
Country boys, city boys<br />
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce<br />
Whatever, long as we ridin'<br />
Pretty girls, ghetto boos<br />
On the boulevard, in the avenue<br />
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'<br />
<br />
Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A<br />
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor<br />
And they policies, my philosophies<br />
Show you that the block is a part of me<br />
<br />
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be<br />
It's deep how the street knowledge beef<br />
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me<br />
It's practical, not scholarly<br />
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Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me<br />
Who's got my back when the cops harass me<br />
New York, L.A or Cincinnati<br />
Can ride the train or with the Caddie<br />
<br />
When they call you, nigga they scared of you<br />
They fearin' you so actually<br />
If crack is gone, be fearing niggas<br />
Then that's what the fuck I have to be now<br />
<br />
It's a badge of honor<br />
And some say that shit's absurd<br />
It's more than just a word<br />
We flip the shit like it's a bird<br />
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Pass it down through generations<br />
Then cuss you out and say it loud<br />
The first generation of muthafuckas<br />
To grab our nuts and say it proud<br />
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Country niggas or city niggas<br />
Tupac niggas or biggie niggas<br />
In the corridor, floor or door<br />
And all my Mississippi niggas<br />
<br />
We connected all throughout<br />
The north, the east, the west, the south<br />
And if a white boy say the shit<br />
He'll still get punched right in the mouth<br />
<br />
Country boys, city boys<br />
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce<br />
Whatever, long as we ridin'<br />
Pretty girls, ghetto boos<br />
On the boulevard, in the avenue<br />
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'<br />
<br />
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga<br />
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga<br />
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga<br />
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga<br />
<br />
You see, all they got for you is a cell, my nigga<br />
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga<br />
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga<br />
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
