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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.
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