[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Dead prez
Bet you never thought the truth would come out of Mississippi
Big face, RBG, David Banner
[David Banner]
I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nuts hang
Where them crackas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your f**in' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
Cause that's just what the ma**a did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
f** a critic, i give the que and doubts will "Woof"
He ain't dead, what a pres
There's a stank up in the Bush
Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' ball bullsh**, man its Jerry Krause
Here in Chicago bullets is high-low
But we always come back, click the bottles
co*k them AK's, bust on KK's
With another one, or the other two, and a Stic-man
Living dead on your shirt like I'm quick-span
You a grown man, n***a stand tall
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a n***a, dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a n***a, dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a n***a, dog?
[Hook]
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools 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'
[M-1]
Yo, n***as is not original, n***as follow the radio
n***as think if you blow then you gotta be on the TV show
Crackas is hypocritical, crackas would rather sh** on you
Then see you do what they do, they know freedom is powerful
n***as is very visual, if we see it we think it's true
Very few n***as 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
n***as would rather shoot on you, crackas will drop a bomb on you
n***as is having funerals, crackas is having barbecues
n***as sing the blues that's reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say God is you, n***as ain't really hearing you
Crackas like to capitalize, know crackas will lie
They say if you don't imunize you will probably die
I hate callin' n***as, "n***as" so I'ma take it backwards
But I got no love for whitey, I love callin' 'em "crackas"
[Hook]
[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, I call myself real N-I G-G-A
Cause Kweli be showin' all the flaws in their policies
My philosophies show you that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Bunchy Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge be
Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly
Now why do I call myself a n***a, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops hara** me
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or wip the Caddie
When they call you a "n***a" they scared of you
They fearin' you, so actually
If crackas gonna be fearing n***as
Then that's what the f** I have to be
Now, it's a badge of honor and some say that sh**'s absurd
It's more than just a word, we flip the sh** like it's a bird
Pa** it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
Be the first generation of muthaf**as
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country n***as or city n***as
2Pac n***as or biggie n***as
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi n***as
We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the sh**
He'll still get punched right in the mouth
[Hook]
[Outro - Stic.man]
All they got for you is a cell, my n***a
They want you dead or in jail but I rebel, my n***a
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my n***a
But we gonna boss up and live well, my n***a
You see, all they got for you is a cell, my n***a
They want you dead or in jail but I rebel, my n***a
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my n***a
But we gonna boss up and live well, my n***a