Ridin'

The first generation of muthafuckas

Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
There's a stank up in the Bush
Crackas will rob and shit on you
We connected all throughout

Then you'll probably die
You a grown man, nigga, stand tall
Or a stank up in the White House
They know freedom is powerful

Country boys, city boys
Right there in front of the kids
Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Then cuss you out and say it loud
Whatever, long as we ridin'

Fuck a 'Creek, I care
And some say that shit's absurd
If crack is gone, be fearing niggas
It's a badge of honor
Spreadin' something to the kids
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
They say if you don't unionize
On the boulevard, in the avenue
Warriors come play, click the bottles
Crackas make all the loot
And all my Mississippi niggas
I hate callin' niggas, niggas
Crackas like to capitalize

But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
It's deep how the street knowledge beef

Whatever, long as we ridin'
Niggas is very visual
Very few niggas make a move
Then that's what the fuck I have to be now

I might as well split your wig
Who's got my back when the cops harass me

Them crackas a lie
It's practical, not scholarly
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Can ride the train or with the Caddie

And we just get the residuals
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
'Cause that's just what the master did
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
The north, the east, the west, the south

And even less'll see it through
To grab our nuts and say it proud
On the boulevard, in the avenue

It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

Country boys, city boys
In the corridor, floor or door
Then they call us the criminals
He ain't dead, what pledge
We flip the shit like it's a bird
Niggas sing the blues
So I'ma take it backwards
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Crackas is having barbecues

Pretty girls, ghetto boos
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga

He'll still get punched right in the mouth
If we see it, we think it's true
That's reminicin' the spiritual
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
But I got now love for Whithey
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga

Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
Niggas is having funerals
They fearin' you so actually
Then you gotta be on the TV show
Country boys, city boys
'Cause see you do what they do
Niggas follow the radio

But now I'm the new Nat Turner

Niggas think if you blow
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
On the boulevard, in the avenue

But when you say gawd is you
Crackas make up the chemicals

Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Yo, niggas is not original
Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
You see, all they got for you is a cell, my nigga
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor

Crackas will drop a bomb on you
And they policies, my philosophies
When they call you, nigga they scared of you
Country niggas or city niggas
Niggas will rob and shoot on you
I love callin 'em crackas
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?

Crackas is hypocritical
Pass it down through generations
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
Whatever, long as we ridin'
It's more than just a word

Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Niggas ain't really hearing you
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
Tupac niggas or biggie niggas
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
And if a white boy say the shit
Show you that the block is a part of me