Verse One:



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 - its 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 its 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 its so fucking hot,

And then I heard a shot -

Boom