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Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner |
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Album: Beautiful Mix |
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Song: Ridin' |
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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 f**kin' 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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F**k 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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F**k 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 Muthaf**kas |
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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 Wyte 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 |
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But we gonna Boss up |
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And live well |
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My Nigga |
