Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
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Album: Sucka Free Mix
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Song: Ridin'
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Typed by: [email protected]
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David Banner:
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I'm from a place
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Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang
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Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
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Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
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Right there in front of the kids
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I might as well split your Whig
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'Cause that's just what the master did
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But now I'm the new Nat Turner
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Spreadin' something to the kids
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Like Sojourner, Man, the truth
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Fuck a 'Creek
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? I care but you in doubts ?
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And go "Woof"
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He ain't dead
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What pledge
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There's a stank up in the Busch
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Or a stank up in the White House
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Shootin' board bullshit
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Man, it's dead props
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Here in Chicago
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But hit this hi-lo
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Warriors come play
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Click the bottles
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Cock them AK's (YEAH!)
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Bust on KK's (YEAH!)
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With the Knuckle boy
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Or the Other Two
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And the Stic-Man
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Given Dead on your shirt
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Like a Wristband
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You a Grown Man
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Nigga, Stand tall
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Don't it hurt
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'Cause you really
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Ain't a Nigga, dog?
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Don't it hurt
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'Cause you really
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Ain't a Nigga, dog?
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(YEAH!)
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Don't it hurt
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'Cause you really
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Ain't a Nigga, dog?
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[Chorus]
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Country boys, city boys
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Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
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Whatever...long as we Ridin'
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Pretty girls, ghetto boos
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On the boulevard, in the avenue
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It's a long a walk
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Now that we Ridin'
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Dead Prez:
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Yo'
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Niggas is not orginal
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Niggas follow the radio
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Niggas think if You Blow
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Then You gotta be on the TV Show
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Crackas is hypocritical
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Crackas will rob and shit on You
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'Cause see You do what they do
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They know freedom is powerful
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Niggas is very visual
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If we see it, we think it's true
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Very few niggas make a move
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And even less'll see it through
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Crackas make up the chemicals
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Then they call us the criminals
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Crackas make all the loot
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And we just get the residuals
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Niggas will rob and shot on You
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Crackas will drop a bomb on You
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Niggas is having funerals
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Crackas is having barbeques
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Niggas sing the blues
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That's reminicin' the spritual
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But when You say GAWD is You
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Niggas ain't really hearing You
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Crackas like to capitalize
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Them crackas a lie
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They say if You don't ?unionnize?
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Then You'll probably die
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I hate callin' niggas niggas
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So I'ma take it backwards
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I ain't got now love for whithey
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I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!)
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[Chorus]
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Country boys, city boys
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Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
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Whatever...long as we Ridin'
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Pretty girls, ghetto boos
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On the boulevard, in the avenue
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It's a long a walk
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Now that we Ridin'
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Talib Kweli:
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Yeah!
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I call myself real
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N-I-G-G-A
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'Cause Kweli be
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Showin' on the floor
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And they policies
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My philosophies
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Show You that the block
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Is a part of me
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Freedom Fighter
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Like Richard Carter be
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It's deep how the street knowledge beef
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'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
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It's practical, not scholarly
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Now why do I call myself
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A nigga
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You ask me
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Who's got my back
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When the cops harass me
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Ya'll can label
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Cinncinatti
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Can ride the train
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Or with the Caddie
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When they call You
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Nigga they scared of You
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They fearin' You
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So actually
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If CRACK is gone
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Be fearing Niggas
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Then that's what the
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Fuck I have to be
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Now
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It's a badge of honor
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And some say that
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Shit's upsurd
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It's more than
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Just a word
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We flip the shit
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Like it's a 'bird
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Pass it down through
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Generations, then
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Cuss You out and say it loud
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The first generation
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Of Muthafuckas
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To grab Our Nuts and
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Say it proud
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Country Niggas or City Niggas
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Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas
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In the coridor, floor or door,
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And all my Mississippi Niggas
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We connected
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All throughout
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The North, the East, the West, the South
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And if a white boy say the shit
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He'll still get punched
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Right in the mouth
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[Chorus]
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Country boys, city boys
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Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
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Whatever...long as we Ridin'
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Pretty girls, ghetto boos
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On the boulevard, in the avenue
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It's a long a walk
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Now that we Ridin'
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[Ending 2x]
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All they got for You
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Is a Cell my Nigga
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They want You
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Dead or in jail
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Without Rebel my Nigga
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In the streets
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It's similar to Hell
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My Nigga |