Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Will They Shoot?, artist - Ice Cube. Album song The Essentials, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Priority
Song language: English
When Will They Shoot? |
God damn, another fuckin 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, standin — strong! |
While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ |
But I never run, never will |
Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin 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 somethin I tried to study |
But I got my hands bloody, yeah |
They said I could sing like a Jaybird |
But nigga, don’t say the J-word |
I thought they was buggin |
cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven |
Burnin our black skin |
Buy my neighborhood — then push the crack in Doin us wrong from the first day |
And don’t understand why a nigga 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 tryin to 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 niggaz 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 |
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 needin that, I’m down wit O.P.P., 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 bitchin? |
Stalkin. |
walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah. |
But when will they shoot? |
Stalkin. |
walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah. |
But when will they shoot? |
. |
{*automatic gunfire*) |
You missed, and didn’t hit Da 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 the single, here’s my new jingle |
Stalkin. |
walkin in my big black boots |
The KKK has got three-piece suits |
Using niggaz 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 Tec-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+ |
+Amerikkka's Most+, Amerikkka’s burnt — it’s like toast |
Like Jordan, I’m goin coast to coast |
Dribblin the funk here comes the nigga |
with the motherfuckin monster dunk, get off me punk! |
Jordan. |
watch Jordan, |
aiyyo yo watch Jordan. |
YES! |
You better eat your Wheaties →M.J. |
Stalkin. |
walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah. |
But when will they shoot? |
Stalkin. |
walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah. |
But when will they shoot? |
Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded |
Cause he don’t like the niggaz 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 nigga and watch him pull it Negro assass-in |
I’ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo’ass in When they shoot, no, it won’t be a cracker |
They use somebody much blacker |
What I do? |
I called up the Geto Boy (s) crew |
Cause +My Mind’s Playing Tricks On Me+ too |
Never died, surround my crib |
and F.O.I. |
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 goin out cheap |
Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill cause it’s so steep |
They’ll never get me, they’ll never hit me Motherfuck that shit J-Dee |
Now I’m relaxed |
Grab the St. Ide’s brew so I can max |
Sittin by the window cause it’s so fuckin hot |
and then I heard a shot — boom. |