Ridin'

Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix
Song: Ridin
David Banner:
Im from a place
Where You gotta let yo nutz hang
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your f**kin guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your Whig
Cause thats just what the master did
But now Im the new Nat Turner
Spreadin something to the kids
Like Sojourner, Man, the truth
F**k a Creek
? I care but you in doubts ?
And go 'Woof'
He aint dead
What pledge
Theres a stank up in the Busch
Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin board bullshit
Man, its dead props
Here in Chicago
But hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play
Click the bottles
Cock them AKs (YEAH!)
Bust on KKs (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
Nigga, Stand tall
Dont it hurt
Cause you really
Aint a Nigga, dog?
Dont it hurt
Cause you really
Aint a Nigga, dog?
(YEAH!)
Dont it hurt
Cause you really
Aint a Nigga, dog?
(Chorus)
Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever...long as we Ridin
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
Its a long a walk
Now that we Ridin
Dead Prez:
Yo
Niggas is not orginal
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 its true
Very few niggas make a move
And even lessll 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 shot on You
Crackas will drop a bomb on You
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbeques
Niggas sing the blues
Thats reminicin the spritual
But when You say GAWD is You
Niggas aint really hearing You
Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if You dont ?unionnize?
Then Youll probably die
I hate callin niggas niggas
So Ima take it backwards
I aint got now love for whithey
I love callinem 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
Its 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
Its 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
Whos got my back
When the cops harass me
Yall can label
Cinncinatti
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 thats what the
F**k I have to be
Now
Its a badge of honor
And some say that
Shits upsurd
Its more than
just a word
We flip the shit
Like its a bird
Pass it down through
Generations, then
Cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation
Of Muthaf**kas
To grab Our Nuts and
Say it proud
Country Niggas or City Niggas
Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas
In the coridor, floor or door,
And all my Mississippi Niggas
We connected
All throughout
The North, the East, the West, the South
And if a Wyte boy say the shit
Hell 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
Its a long a walk
Now that we Ridin
(Ending 2x)
All they got for You
Is a Cell my Nigga
They want You
Dead or in jail
Without Rebel my Nigga
In the streets
Its similar to Hell
My Nigga
But we gonna Boss up
And live well
My Nigga