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David Banner( Lavell William Crump )
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Ridin'
I'm from a place Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas 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 master did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Fuck a 'Creek, I care But you in doubts and go 'Woof' He ain't dead, what pledge There's a stank up in the Bush
Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo Warriors come play, click the bottles
Cock them AK's, bust on KK's With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man Given dead on your shirt like a wristband 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?
Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolly 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'
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 will rob and shit on you 'Cause 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 will rob and 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 gawd is you Niggas ain't really hearing you
Crackas like to capitalize Them crackas a lie They say if you don't unionize Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Then you'll probably die
I hate callin' niggas, niggas So I'ma take it backwards But I got now love for Whithey I love callin 'em crackas
Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolly Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'
Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A 'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor And they policies, my philosophies Show you that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge beef '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 with the Caddie
When they call you, nigga they scared of you They fearin' you so actually If crack is gone, 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 The first generation of muthafuckas To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country niggas or city niggas Tupac 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
Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolly 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'
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga They want you dead or in jail without 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 without rebel, my nigga In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
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