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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

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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