Artist: David Banner Album: Sex, Drugs & Video Games Song: Malcolm X (A Song to Me) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] This grown men shit I don't wanna teach 'em [Chorus] 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 [David Banner] I used to teach 'em, 'bout what? Knock 'em out Them pussy niggaz 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 (ha?) Y'all niggaz know it These kids are our weight, me and Tony You ain't got ki's (nigga) no bricks Bitch boy niggaz, 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 [Chorus] [David Banner] 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 niggaz Gucci hate niggaz, Hilfiger been said fuck niggaz I admit that I wear that shit too But black folks the first to yell FUCK FUBU [Chorus]