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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 tried to do me
But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah
Call me nigga, BIGOT AND 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 HIS 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 {WHAT´S THAT}
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 PUSH the Presidency
IF IT MEAN 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
{STALKIN´, WALKIN´ IN MY BIG BLACK BOOTS}
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
WITH FOI 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.