Ridin' - David Banner, Talib Kweli, Dead Prez

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Dead prez

Bet you never thought the truth would come out of Mississippi

Big face, RBG, 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?

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'

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»

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'

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

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'

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