Ice Cube - When Will They Shoot? Lyrics
Verse one:God damn, another *****ing payback wit a twistThem mother*****ers shot but the punks missedIce 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 milesBut I never run, never willDeal wit the devil wit my mother *****ing steel - boom!Media try to do meBut I was a boy-n-the-hood before the movie, yeahCall me nigga, bigger than a spookBut you the one that voted for duke, mother*****erWhite man is something I tried to studyBut I got my hands bloody, yeah.They say I can sing like a jaybirdBut nigga dont say the j-word.I thought they was bugging. . .Cuz to us uncle sam is hitler without an ovenBurning our black skinBuy my neighborhood - then push the crack inDoing us wrong from the first dayAnd dont understand why a nigga got an ak.Calling me an african-americanLike everything is fair again, shitDevil you got to get the shit right Im blackBlacker than a trillion midnightsDont believe the hype was said in 88 by the great chuck dNow theyre trying to ***** me . . .{wit no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline}Its a great day for genocideThats the day all the niggas diedThey killed jfk in 63So what the ***** you think theyll do to me?But Im the o.g. and I bust back, boom boomBust back, boom boom,Peel a cap, boom boom!Gimme room in the fire of the sunHear the mack comeHear the black comeWatch jack runMother*****ers cant gank me***** a devil, ***** a rebel, and a yankeeOverrun and put the presidencyAfter needin that, Im down wit o.p.p.I met farrakhan and had dinnerAnd you ask if Im a five-percenter, well. . .No, but I go where the brothas goDown with compton mosque, number 54Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbowDid ice cube sell out? you say hell no!A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen,So could you please stop *****in?Verse two:{gun shots}You missed and didnt hit the lench mob either[guerillas in the mist] without jungle feverBut I got the fever for the flava of a cracker, not a pringleBust a single, heres my new jingleThe kkk has got three-piece suitsUsing niggas like turkey shootsMy motto is treat em like a prostitute.If I say no violence devil, you wont respect mine,***** the dumb shit and get my tek-9.And if they approach usA-ight, a-ight - I bury those *****roaches.And if you cant deal wit my kill at willHeres a new gift to getTry my death certificate.Amerikkkas most, amerikkkas burnt - its like toastLike jordan Im going coast to coast.Dribbling the funkHere comes the nigga wit the mother *****ing monster dunkGet off me punk{you better eat your wheaties}Darryl gates got the studio surroundedCuz he dont like the niggas that Im down witMother *****er wanna do usCuz I like nat, huey, malcolm, and louis.Most got done by a black mans bulletGive a trigga to a nigga and watch him pull it.Negro assassin,Ima dig a ditch, *****, and throw your ass inWhen they shoot, no, it wont be a crackerThey use somebody much blackerWhat I do?I call up the geto boy crewCuz my minds playing tricks on me too.Never die, surround my crib____________ makin sure nobody creep when I sleepKeep a 9 millimeter in my jeep - peep!When I roll, I gots to roll deep.Aint going out cheapMake the mad circle on cypress hill cuz its so steep.Theyll never get meTheyll never hit meMother ***** that shit j-dee.Now I relaxGrab the st. ides brew so I can max.Sitting on the window cuz its so *****ing hot,And then I heard a shot -Boom.
