Artist: David Banner f/ dead prez, Talib Kweli Album: Certified Song: Ridin' Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Hahaha! dead prez! Bitch never THOUGHT the truth'll come out of Mississippi Big Face, RBG, David Banner (YEA!) (YEA! YEA! YEA!) [David Banner] I'm from a place where you GOTTA let yo' nuts hang Where them crackers used to cut yo' stomach open just to let yo' fuckin guts hang ..Right there in front of the kids I might as well split yo' wig, cause that's just what the massa did But nah, I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin something to the kids ike Sojourner, man the +Truth+ Fuck the Greek, I give the cue and dogs'll go "WOOF!" He ain't +dead+ but a +prez+, there's a stank up in the +Bush+ or a stank up in the White House, shootin ball +Bull+shit Man, it's dead props, get Chicago Bullets is hal-low, +Warriors+ come play, click the bottles Cock the AK's (YEA!), bust on KK's (YEA!) with another one (YEA!), or the Other Two And the stic.man, leavin +dead+ on yo' shirt like I'm Quik-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? YEA! ...Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? [Chorus] Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolls 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.. Niggaz is not original, niggaz follow the radio Niggaz think if you blow then you gotta be on a TV show Crackers is hypocritical, crackers'll rather shit on you than see you do what they do, they know freedom is powerful Niggaz is very visual, if we see it, we think it's true Very few niggaz make a move and even less'll see it through Crackers make up the chemicals then they call us the criminals Crackers make all the loot, and we just get the residuals Niggaz'll rather shoot on you, crackers'll drop a bomb on you Niggaz is havin funerals, crackers is havin barbeques Niggaz sing the blues, that's reminiscin the spritual But when you say God is you, niggaz ain't really hearin you Crackers like to capitalize, them crackers a lie They say if you don't immunize, you'll prob'ly die I hate callin niggaz niggaz, so I'ma take it backwards But I ain't got no love for whitey, I LOVE callin 'em crackers (CRACKAS!) [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Yeah, I call myself real N-I, G-G-A cause Kweli be showin all the flaws in they 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 beef have to ran like a code inside of me, it's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me? Who got my back when the cops harass me? New York, LA, or Cincinnati? You could ride the train or with the Caddy When they call you nigga they scared of you, they fearin you, so actually If crackers gon' be fearin niggaz, 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, they cuss you out and say it loud which is the first generation of muh'fuckers to grab our nuts and say it proud Country niggaz or city niggaz, Tupac niggaz or Biggie niggaz In the corridor, Flori-dor and all my Mississippi niggaz 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] [Outro: dead prez] 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 gon', 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 gon', boss up and live well, my nigga