Ridin’ David Banner (Ft. dead prez & Talib Kweli)

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[Intro: David Banner]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Dead prez
Bet you never thought the truth would come out of Mississippi
Big face, RBG, David Banner

[Verse 1: 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 fuckin' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
Cause that's just what the massa did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Fuck 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 bullshit, man its Jerry Krause
Here in Chicago bullets is high-low
But we always come back, click the bottles
Cock 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, nigga stand tall
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?