Lyrics - David Banner - Certified - Ridin'
Ridin
I’m from a place where you gotta let your nuts hang
Where them crackaz uses 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 something to the kids like Sojourner, man the truth
Fuck a greek I give a Q and dogs will go roof
He aint dead, but I pledge theres a snake up in the bush
Or a snake up in the white house
Shooting more bullshit man that Jerry Krouse
Here at Chicago… bullets is hollow
Warriors, come play click the bottles
Cock the A.K. bust on K.K’z
With the number one… or the other two and the stic..man
Leakin lead in your shirt like I’m quick sand
You a grown man… nigga stand tall
Don’t it hurt cause you really aint a nigga dog?
Don’t it hurt cause you really aint a nigga dog?
Country boys… city boys
Cadillacs… rollin up…
Whatever, long as we riding
Pretty girls… getto booties
On the boulevard… avenues…
It’s a long walk, brother we riding
Niggaz is not original, niggaz follow the radio
Niggaz thank if you blow, then you gotta be on t.v. show
Crackers is hypocritical, crackers will rather shit on you
They see you do what they do, they know freedom is powerful
Niggaz is very visual, if they see it, they thank it’s true
Very few niggaz make a move, even less it’ll see you through
Crackers make up the chemicals, then they call us the criminals
Crackers make all the loot and we just get the diziduals
Niggaz will rather shoot on you, crackers will drop a bomb on you
Niggaz is having funerals, crackers is having barbecues
Niggaz singing the blues that’s reminiscent of spirituals
But when you say God is you, niggaz aint really hearing you
Crackers like to capitalize, them crackers they lie
They say if you don’t, then you’d probably die
I hate calling niggaz, niggaz so I’m a take it backwards
But I got no love for whitey and love calling them crackers
I call myself “real n-i-g-g-a”, cause Kweli be
Showing all the flaws in the policy, my philosophies show them that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Butch Carter be, it’s deep how the street knowledge be
Festerin like a cold inside of me, it’s practical no 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 Cincinnatti, you can ride the train or whip the caddy
When they call you a nigga they scared of you, they fearing you, so actually
If crackers gone be fearing niggaz then that’s what the fuck I have to be, now
It’s a badge of honor, and some say that it’s obsurd
It’s more than just a word, we flip the shit like it’s a verb
Pass it down through generations, they cuss you out and say it loud
We just the 1st generation motherfuckers to grab our nuts & say it proud
Country niggaz or city niggaz, Tupac or Biggie niggaz
In the corridor, Florida, and all my Mississippi niggaz
We connected all through out the north, the east, the west, and south
And if a white boy say the shit, he still get punched right in the mouth
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail, bout I rebel my nigga
And the streets… similar to hell my nigga
But we gone, boss up and live well nigga
I’m from a place where you gotta let your nuts hang
Where them crackaz uses 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 something to the kids like Sojourner, man the truth
Fuck a greek I give a Q and dogs will go roof
He aint dead, but I pledge theres a snake up in the bush
Or a snake up in the white house
Shooting more bullshit man that Jerry Krouse
Here at Chicago… bullets is hollow
Warriors, come play click the bottles
Cock the A.K. bust on K.K’z
With the number one… or the other two and the stic..man
Leakin lead in your shirt like I’m quick sand
You a grown man… nigga stand tall
Don’t it hurt cause you really aint a nigga dog?
Don’t it hurt cause you really aint a nigga dog?
Country boys… city boys
Cadillacs… rollin up…
Whatever, long as we riding
Pretty girls… getto booties
On the boulevard… avenues…
It’s a long walk, brother we riding
Niggaz is not original, niggaz follow the radio
Niggaz thank if you blow, then you gotta be on t.v. show
Crackers is hypocritical, crackers will rather shit on you
They see you do what they do, they know freedom is powerful
Niggaz is very visual, if they see it, they thank it’s true
Very few niggaz make a move, even less it’ll see you through
Crackers make up the chemicals, then they call us the criminals
Crackers make all the loot and we just get the diziduals
Niggaz will rather shoot on you, crackers will drop a bomb on you
Niggaz is having funerals, crackers is having barbecues
Niggaz singing the blues that’s reminiscent of spirituals
But when you say God is you, niggaz aint really hearing you
Crackers like to capitalize, them crackers they lie
They say if you don’t, then you’d probably die
I hate calling niggaz, niggaz so I’m a take it backwards
But I got no love for whitey and love calling them crackers
I call myself “real n-i-g-g-a”, cause Kweli be
Showing all the flaws in the policy, my philosophies show them that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Butch Carter be, it’s deep how the street knowledge be
Festerin like a cold inside of me, it’s practical no 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 Cincinnatti, you can ride the train or whip the caddy
When they call you a nigga they scared of you, they fearing you, so actually
If crackers gone be fearing niggaz then that’s what the fuck I have to be, now
It’s a badge of honor, and some say that it’s obsurd
It’s more than just a word, we flip the shit like it’s a verb
Pass it down through generations, they cuss you out and say it loud
We just the 1st generation motherfuckers to grab our nuts & say it proud
Country niggaz or city niggaz, Tupac or Biggie niggaz
In the corridor, Florida, and all my Mississippi niggaz
We connected all through out the north, the east, the west, and south
And if a white boy say the shit, he still get punched right in the mouth
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail, bout I rebel my nigga
And the streets… similar to hell my nigga
But we gone, boss up and live well nigga