When Will They Shoot?

歌詞

God damn, another fucking payback wit' a twist Them motherfuckers 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 fucking steel - boom! Media try to do me But I was a boy-n-the-hood before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger than 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 say I can sing like a jaybird But nigga don't say the j-word. I thought they was bugging. . . Cuz 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 nigga got an ak. Calling 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 trying to fuck me . . . {wit' no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline} Its a great day for genocide Thats the day all the niggas died They killed jfk in '63 So what the fuck 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 Motherfuckers can't gank me Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee Overrun and put the presidency After needin 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 bitchin'? 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 The kkk has got three-piece suits Using niggas like turkey shoots My motto is "treat 'em like a prostitute." If I say no violence devil, you won't respect mine, Fuck the dumb shit and get my tek-9. And if they approach us A-ight, a-ight - I bury those cockroaches. 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 - it's like toast Like jordan I'm going coast to coast. Dribbling the funk Here comes the nigga wit' the mother fucking monster dunk Get off me punk {you better eat your wheaties} Darryl gates got the studio surrounded Cuz he don't like the niggas that I'm down wit' Mother fucker 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 nigga 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 call up the geto boy crew Cuz my mind's playing tricks on me too. Never die, surround my crib 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 it's so steep. They'll never get me They'll never hit me Mother fuck that shit j-dee. Now I relax Grab the st. ides brew so I can max. Sitting on the window cuz it's so fucking hot, And then I heard a shot - Boom.