Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malcolm X, artist - David Banner. Date of issue: 18.06.2012
Song language: English
Malcolm X |
| 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 |