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Verse One:
God d*mn, another fking payback wit' a twist
Them motherfkers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
Cuz I bust styles, new styles, standing. . .
Strong. . . while, others run a hundred miles
But I never run, never will
Deal wit' the devil wit' my mother fking steel - BOOM!
Media tried to do me
But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah
Call me nigg*, BIGOT AND a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfker
White man is something I tried to study
But I got my hands blood, yeah.
They say I can sing like a Jaybird
But nigg* don't say the J-word.
I thought they was bugging. . .
Cuz to us Uncle Sam is h*tler without HIS oven
Burning our black skin
Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in
Doing us wrong from the first day
And don't understand why a nigg* got an AK.
Calling me an African-American
like everything is fair again, s**t
Devil you got to get the s**t right I'm black
Blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't believe the Hype" was said in 88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're trying to fk me . . .
wit' no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Its a great day for genocide WHAT'S THAT
Thats the day all the died
They killed JFK in '63
So what the fk you think they'll do to me?
But I'm the O.G. and I bust back, boom boom
Bust back, boom boom,
Peel a cap, BOOM BOOM!
Gimme room in the fire of the sun
Hear the mack come
Hear the black come
Watch Jack run
Motherfkers can't gank me
fk a devil, fk a rebel, and a yankee
Overrun and PUSH the Presidency
IF IT MEAN that, I'm down wit' O.P.P.
I met Farrakhan and had dinner
And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well. . .
No, but I go where the brothas go
Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54
Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow
Did Ice Cube sell out? You say "hell no!"
A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen,
So could you please stop moaning'?
Verse Two:
gun shots
You missed and didn't hit the Lench Mob either
Guerillas in the Mist Without Jungle Fever
But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker, not a Pringle
Bust a single, here's my new jingle
STALKIN', WALKIN' IN MY BIG BLACK BOOTS
The KKK has got three-piece suits
Using like turkey shoots
My motto is "treat 'em like a prostitute."
If I say no violence devil, you won't respect mine,
fk the dumb s**t and get my Tek-9.
And if they approach us
A-ight, a-ight - I bury those c*ckroaches.
And if you can't deal wit' my "Kill at Will"
Here's a new gift to get
Try my "Death Certificate".
Amerikkka's Most, Amerikkka's burnt - its like toast
Like Jordan I'm going coast to coast.
Dribbling the funk
Here comes the nigg* wit' the mother fking monster dunk
Get off me punk
You better eat your Wheaties
Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded
Cuz he don't like the that I'm down wit'
Mother fker wanna do us
Cuz I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis.
Most got done by a black man's bullet
Give a trigga to a nigg* and watch him pull it.
Negro assassin,
I'ma dig a ditch, b*tch, and throw your as* in
When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do?
I call up the Geto Boy crew
Cuz my mind's playing tricks on me too.
Never die, surround my crib
WITH FOI makin' sure nobody creep when I sleep
Keep a 9 millimeter in my Jeep - PEEP!
When I roll, I gots to roll deep.
Ain't going out cheap
Make the Mad Circle on Cypress Hill cuz its so steep.
They'll never get me
They'll never hit me
Mother fk that s**t J-Dee.
Now I relax
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max.
Sitting on the window cuz its so fking hot,
And then I heard a shot -
Boom.
