| God damn, another fuckin payback with a twist
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| Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
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| Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome?
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| Will they do me like Malcolm?
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| Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin — strong!
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| While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+
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| But I never run, never will
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| Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin steel — BOOM!
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| Media try to do me
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| But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah
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| Call me nigga, bigger than a spook
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| But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker
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| White man, is somethin I tried to study
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| But I got my hands bloody, yeah
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| They said I could sing like a Jaybird
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| But nigga, don’t say the J-word
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| I thought they was buggin
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| cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven
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| Burnin our black skin
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| Buy my neighborhood — then push the crack in Doin us wrong from the first day
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| And don’t understand why a nigga got an AK
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| Callin me an African-American
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| like everything is fair again, shit
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| Devil, you got to get the shit right I’m black
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| Blacker than a trillion midnights
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| +Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88
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| by the great Chuck D, now they’re tryin to fuck me
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| . |
| with +No Vaseline+
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| Just a match and a little bit of gasoline. |
| — HUH!
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| It’s a great day for genocide (What's that?)
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| That’s the day all the niggaz died
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| They killed JFK in '63
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| So what the fuck you think they’ll do to me?
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| But I’m the O.G. |
| and I bust back (boom boom)
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| Bust back (Boom boom!) peel a cap (BOOM BOOM!)
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| Gimme room in the fire of the sun
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| Here the mack come, here the black come, watch Jack run!
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| Motherfuckers can’t gank me Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee
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| Overrun and put the Presidency
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| After needin that, I’m down wit O.P.P., yeah
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| I met Farrakhan and had dinner
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| And you ask if I’m a five-percenter, well…
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| No, but I go where the brothers go Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54
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| Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow
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| Did Ice Cube sell out? |
| You say, Hell no!
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| A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen
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| So could you please stop bitchin?
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| Stalkin. |
| walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah.
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| But when will they shoot?
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| Stalkin. |
| walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah.
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| But when will they shoot?
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| . |
| {*automatic gunfire*)
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| You missed, and didn’t hit Da Lench Mob either
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| Guerillas in the Mist. |
| without Jungle Fever
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| But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker
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| Not a Pringle, bust the single, here’s my new jingle
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| Stalkin. |
| walkin in my big black boots
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| The KKK has got three-piece suits
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| Using niggaz like turkey shoots
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| My motto is +Treat 'Em Like a Prostitute+
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| Now if I say no violence, devil, you won’t respect mine
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| Fuck the dumb shit — and get my Tec-9
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| And if they approach us A-ight, a-ight — I bury those cockroaches
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| And if you can’t deal with my +Kill at Will+
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| Here’s a new gift to get — try my +Death Certificate+
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| +Amerikkka's Most+, Amerikkka’s burnt — it’s like toast
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| Like Jordan, I’m goin coast to coast
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| Dribblin the funk here comes the nigga
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| with the motherfuckin monster dunk, get off me punk!
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| Jordan. |
| watch Jordan,
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| aiyyo yo watch Jordan. |
| YES!
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| You better eat your Wheaties →M.J.
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| Stalkin. |
| walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah.
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| But when will they shoot?
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| Stalkin. |
| walkin in my big black boots →Brother J Yeah, yeah.
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| But when will they shoot?
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| Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded
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| Cause he don’t like the niggaz that I’m down with
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| Motherfucker wanna do us Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis
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| Most got done by a black man’s bullet
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| Give a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro assass-in
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| I’ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo’ass in When they shoot, no, it won’t be a cracker
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| They use somebody much blacker
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| What I do? |
| I called up the Geto Boy (s) crew
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| Cause +My Mind’s Playing Tricks On Me+ too
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| Never died, surround my crib
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| and F.O.I. |
| makin sure nobody creep when I sleep
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| Keep a 9 millimeter in my Jeep — PEEP!
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| When I roll, I gots to roll deep
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| Ain’t goin out cheap
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| Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill cause it’s so steep
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| They’ll never get me, they’ll never hit me Motherfuck that shit J-Dee
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| Now I’m relaxed
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| Grab the St. Ide’s brew so I can max
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| Sittin by the window cause it’s so fuckin hot
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| and then I heard a shot — boom. |