Ridin'

[Intro: David Banner] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Dead prez Bet you never thought the truth would come out of Mississippi Big face, RBG, David Banner [Verse 1: David Banner] I'm from a place Where you gotta let yo' nuts hang Where them crackas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your fuckin' guts hang Right there in front of the kids I might as well split your wig Cause that's just what the massa did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, man, the truth Fuck a critic, i give the que and doubts will "Woof" He ain't dead, what a pres There's a stank up in the Bush Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' ball bullshit, man its Jerry Krause Here in Chicago bullets is high-low But we always come back, click the bottles Cock them AK's, bust on KK's With another one, or the other two, and a Stic-man Living dead on your shirt like I'm quick-span You a grown man, nigga stand tall Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? [Chorus: David Banner] Country boys, city boys Cadillac, Rools Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long walk, now that we ridin' [Verse 2: M-1] Yo, niggas is not original, niggas follow the radio Niggas think if you blow then you gotta be on the TV show Crackas is hypocritical, crackas would rather shit on you Then see you do what they do, they know freedom is powerful Niggas is very visual, if we see it we think it's true Very few niggas make a move and even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals, then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot and we just get the residuals Niggas would rather shoot on you, crackas will drop a bomb on you Niggas is having funerals, crackas is having barbecues Niggas sing the blues that's reminicin' the spiritual But when you say God is you, niggas ain't really hearing you Crackas like to capitalize, know crackas will lie They say if you don't imunize you will probably die I hate callin' niggas, "niggas" so I'ma take it backwards But I got no love for whitey, I love callin' 'em "crackas" [Chorus: David Banner] Country boys, city boys Cadillac, Rools Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long walk, now that we ridin' [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah, I call myself real N-I G-G-A Cause Kweli be showin' all the flaws in their policies My philosophies show you that the block is a part of me Freedom fighter like Bunchy Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge be Cause it ran like a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me Who's got my back when the cops harass me New York, L.A or Cincinnati Can ride the train or wip the Caddie When they call you a "nigga" they scared of you They fearin' you, so actually If crackas gonna be fearing niggas Then that's what the fuck I have to be Now, it's a badge of honor and some say that shit's absurd It's more than just a word, we flip the shit like it's a bird Pass it down through generations Then cuss you out and say it loud Be the first generation of muthafuckas To grab our nuts and say it proud Country niggas or city niggas 2Pac niggas or biggie niggas In the corridor, floor or door And all my Mississippi niggas We connected all throughout The north, the east, the west, the south And if a white boy say the shit He'll still get punched right in the mouth [Chorus: David Banner] Country boys, city boys Cadillac, Rools Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long walk, rather be ridin' [Outro: Stic.man] All they got for you is a cell, my nigga They want you dead or in jail but I rebel, my nigga In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga You see, all they got for you is a cell, my nigga They want you dead or in jail but I rebel, my nigga In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga