When Will They Shoot?

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

Goddamn, another fucking payback with a twist

Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed

Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome?

Will they do me like Malcolm?

'Cause I bust styles, new styles, standing strong

While others run a hundred miles

But I never would, never will

Deal with the Devil with my motherfucking steel, boom

Media try to do me

But I was a boy in the hood before the movie, yeah

Call me ****, bigot and a spook

But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker

White man is something I tried to study

But I got my hands bloody, yeah

They said I can sing like a Jaybird

But ****, don't say the j-word

I thought they was bugging

'Cause to us Uncle Sam is Hitler without an 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 **** got an AK

Callin' me an African American

Like everything is fair again, shit

Devil, you got to get the shit 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 tryna fuck me

With no Vaseline

Just a match and a little bit of gasoline, huh

It's a great day for genocide (What's that?)

That's the day all the **** died

They killed JFK in '63

So what the fuck you think they'll do to me?

But I'm the OG and I bust back (Boom boom)

Bust back (boom boom)

Peel a cap (Boom boom)

Give me room in the fire of the sun

Here the mack come, here the black come, watch Jack run

Motherfuckers can't gank me

Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel and a yankee

Overrun and put the presidency

After needing that I'm down wit OPP, yeah

I met Farrakhan and had dinner

And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well

No, but I go where the brothers 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 bitching?

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

You missed and didn't hit the Lynch Mob either

Guerrillas in the mist without jungle fever

But I got the fever for the flava' of a cracker

Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new jingle

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

The KKK has got three piece suits

Using **** like turkey shoots

My motto is treat 'em like a prostitute

Now if I say no violence, Devil, you won't respect mine

Fuck the dumb shit and get my Tech-9

And if they approach us

A'ight, a'ight I bury those cockroaches

And if you can't deal with my kill at will

Here's a new gift to get, try my death certificate

America's most, America burnt it's like toast

Like Jordan, I'm going coast to coast

Dribbling the funk, here comes the ****

With the motherfucking monster dunk, get off me punk

Jordan, Jordan, watch Jordan

Yes

You better eat your Wheaties

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

(Stalking, walking in my big black boots)

Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded

'Cause he don't like the **** that I'm down with

Motherfucker wanna do us

'Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis

Most got done by a black man's bullet

Give a trigger to a **** and watch him pull it

Negro assassin

I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw your ass in

When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker

They use somebody much blacker

What I do? I called up the ghetto boy crew

'Cause my mind's playing tricks on me too

Never died, surround my crib

And FOI making 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

Met the mad circle on Cypress Hill 'cause it's so steep

They'll never get me, they'll never hit me

Motherfuck that shit JD

Now I'm relaxed

Grab the St. Ide's brew so I can max

Sitting by the window 'cause it's so fucking hot

And then I heard a shot, boom