Malcolm X - David Banner

This grown men shit

I don’t wanna teach ‘em

I don’t wanna teach him how to sell, chop and cook, yay up

All my favorite rappers either dead or in jail

I don’t wanna teach ‘em, I don’t wanna teach ‘em

I don’t wanna teach ‘em, I don’t wanna teach ‘em

Don’t wanna teach these little girls to put their pussy on the pole

And at the end of the night, get that money off the floor

I don’t wanna teach ‘em, I don’t wanna teach ‘em

I don’t wanna teach ‘em, I don’t wanna teach ‘em

What about Patrice, Malcolm, Huey P

I don’t want these kids to grow up and be me

I don’t wanna teach ‘em

I used to teach ‘em, ‘bout what?

Knock ‘em out

Them pussy niggas know what I’m talkin' about

Big dope, big weight

We only sell to us, self hate

Big guns, we only shootin' us

Big pimpin', dumb fucks

No revolution, they dead broke

No history on black folks

We fucked up, y’all niggas know it

These kids are our weight, me and Tony

You ain’t got keys, no bricks

Bitch born niggas, no dicks

And if you sellin' in the hood why you proud nigga?

Them our folks, getting high nigga

These our kids in real life

You rappin' ‘bout what they living like

Certain rappers don’t want beef

This ain’t ‘bout y’all, it’s about me

My soul, our kids

White folks, their dope and our cribs

Big chains, big whips

‘Round your neck and our wrist

No bullshit, no mystery

A man ain’t shit on this earth without history

The only thing they gonna say about black folks

We like to fuck hoes and sell dope

Shoot jump shots and run balls

Take white money and give it right back at the mall

Louis Vuitton hate niggas

Gucci hate niggas, Hilfiger been said fuck niggas

I admit that I wear that shit too

But black folks the first to yell fuck Fubu