I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where them crakas 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 master did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
f** a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush
Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' board bullsh**, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the bottles
co*k them AK's, bust on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
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?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly 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'
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 will rob and sh** on you
'Cause 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 will rob and 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 gawd is you
n***as ain't really hearing you
Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if you don't unionize
Then you'll probably die
I hate callin' n***as, n***as
So I'ma take it backwards
But I got now love for Whithey
I love callin 'em crackas
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'
Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
And they policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
'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 with the Caddie
When they call you, n***a they scared of you
They fearin' you so actually
If crack is gone, 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
The first generation of muthaf**as
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country n***as or city n***as
Tupac 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
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly 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'
All they got for you is a cell, my n***a
They want you dead or in jail without 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 without 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