Dead prez
Bet you never thought the truth would come out of Mississippi
Big face, RBG's, David Banner
I'm from a place where you gotta let your nuts hang
Where them crackers 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
Spread somethin' to the kids like Sojourner Manucho
Fuck a crip, I give a cue and dogs'll go whoof
He ain't dead but a prez, there's a snake up in the bush
Or a snake up in the White House
Shootin' bone bullshit man it's J Krause
In Chicago, bullets is hollow
Warriors come play click the bottle
Cock the AK, bust some K-K's
With another one, or the other two, and a stick man
Leavin' red on your shirt like I'm quicksand
You a grown man, nigga stand tall
Don't it hurt 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dawg?
Don't it hurt 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dawg?
Don't it hurt 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dawg?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolls Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boots
On the boulevard, and the avenue
It's a long walk, rather be ridin'
Niggas is not original, niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if you blow then you gotta be on the TV show
Crackers is hypocritical, crackers'll rather shit on you
Than 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 the 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
Niggas'll rather shoot on you, crackers'll drop a bomb on you
Niggas is havin' funerals, crackers is havin' barbecues
Niggas sing the blues as reminiscin' the spirituals
But when you say God is you, niggas ain't really hearin' you
Crackers like to capitalize, them crackers'll lie
They say if you don't immunize you'll probably die
I hate callin' niggas niggas so I'ma take it backwards
But I got no love for whitey, I love callin' 'em crackers
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolls Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boots
On the boulevard, and the avenue
It's a long walk, rather be ridin'
I call myself real N-I-G-G-A
'Cause Kweili be showin' all the flaws in they policies
My philosophy, show you that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like what you're taught to be
It's deep how the street knowledge be
Festerin' like a cold 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, L.A. or Cincinnati
You can ride the train or whip the Caddy
When they call you a nigga they scared of you, they fearin' you
So actually, if crackers gon' be fearin'
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, they cuss you out and say it loud
We the first generation of muhfuckers
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country niggas or city niggas, 2Pac niggas or Biggie niggas
In the corridor, Florida and all my Mississippi niggas
We connected all throughout the North, the East, the West and South
And if a white boy say the shit he'll
Still get punched right in the mouth
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolls Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boots
On the boulevard, and the avenue
It's a long walk, rather be ridin'
All they got for you is a cell my nigga
They want you dead or in jail but I 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 but I rebel my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell my nigga
But we gon', boss up and live well my nigga
