David Banner Ridin (Feat. Talib Kweli & Dead Prez) Lyrics

David Banner:
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 f___in' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your Whig
'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
f___ a 'Creek
? I care but you in doubts ?
And go "Woof"
He ain't dead
What pledge
There's a stank up in the Busch
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
c___ them AK's (YEAH!)
Bust on KK's (YEAH!)
With the Knuckle boy
Or the Other Two
And the Stic-Man
Given Dead on your shirt
Like a Wristband
You a Grown Man
n____, Stand tall
Don't it hurt
'Cause you really
Ain't a n____, dog?
Don't it hurt
'Cause you really
Ain't a n____, dog?
(YEAH!)
Don't it hurt
'Cause you really
Ain't a n____, dog?
[Chorus]
Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, 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'
Dead Prez:
Yo'
n____s is not orginal
n____s follow the radio
n____s think if You Blow
Then You gotta be on the TV Show
Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and s___ on You
'Cause see You do what they do
They know freedom is powerful
n____s is very visual
If we see it, we think it's true
Very few n____s 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
n____s will rob and shot on You
Crackas will drop a bomb on You
n____s is having funerals
Crackas is having barbeques
n____s sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spritual
But when You say GAWD is You
n____s ain't really hearing You
Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if You don't ?unionnize?
Then You'll probably die
I hate callin' n____s n____s
So I'ma take it backwards
I ain't got now love for whithey
I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!)
[Chorus]
Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, 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'
Talib Kweli:
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 n____
You ask me
Who's got my back
When the cops harass me
Ya'll can label
Cinncinatti
Can ride the train
Or with the Caddie
When they call you
n____ they scared of You
They fearin' You
So actually
If CRACK is gone
Be fearing n____s
Then that's what the
f___ I have to be
Now
It's a badge of honor
And some say that
s___'s upsurd
It's more than
just a word
We flip the s___
Like it's a 'bird
Pass it down through
Generations, then
Cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation
Of m____fuckas
To grab Our Nuts and
Say it proud
Country n____s or City n____s
Tupac n____s or Biggie n____s
In the coridor, floor or door,
And all my Mississippi n____s
We connected
All throughout
The North, the East, the West, the South
And if a Wyte boy say the s___
He'll still get punched
Right in the mouth
[Chorus]
Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, 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'
[Ending 2x]
All they got for You
Is a Cell my n____
They want You
Dead or in jail
Without Rebel my n____
In the streets
It's similar to Hell
My n____
But we gonna Boss up
And live well
My n____