Malcom X-David Banner

Malcom X - David Banner [Intro] This grown men sh*t I don’t wanna teach ‘em [Hook] 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 ***** 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 [Verse 1] I used to teach ‘em, ‘bout what? Knock ‘em out Them ***** niggas know what I'm talkin' about Big d**e, big weight We only sell to us, self hate Big guns, we only shootin’ us Big pimpin’, dumb *****s No revolution, they dead broke No history on black folks We *****ed up, y’all niggas know it These kids are our weight, me and Tony You ain’t got keys, no bricks ***** boy niggas, no dicks And if you sellin’ in the hood why you proud ni**a? Them our folks, getting high ni**a These our kids in real life You rappin’ ‘bout what they living like [Hook] [Verse 2] Certain rappers don’t want beef This ain’t ‘bout y’all, it’s about me My soul, our kids White folks, their d**e and our cribs Big chains, big whips ‘Round your neck and our wrist No bullshit, no mystery A man ain’t sh*t on this earth without history The only thing they gonna say about black folks We like to ***** hoes and sell d**e 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 ***** niggas I admit that I wear that sh*t too But black folks the first to yell ? [Hook]