[Ice-T]
 That's fucked up... where your bodyguards at Godfather?
 Chillin

 [Chuck D]
 You know, every now and then
 I think people want to hear something from us, nice and easy
 But there's just one thing you see
 We never (never) ever (ever) do (do) nothin nice and easy
 We always gotta do it hard and rough
 We're gonna take the meaning of this song, and make it hard
 But at the same time, we're gonna do the style rough (rough)
 And we're bout to let you know that we (can't) can't get with censorship
 And the bottom line is that the sticka ain't shit
 Hit me off one

 The boom, the boom, the boom

 Verse One: Chuck D

 Ha! I take the sticka, wear it like a badge you can pick a
 Buckwild style raw like a hardcore Jack the Ripper
 Can't take away my freedom I'm, gettin some
 Run run against censorship like a slave ship
 I'm having none of this racist, hit or miss
 I'm like a doc on the rock, I gotta cut it off
 I won't let em off and don't forget em
 Remember the Feds said to a nigga, "Go get him"
 And all I got left is a swift def rough rhythm and rhyme
 and a piece of my mind, yo!
 And now I got a little help from my friends
 Cause you know I can't do it myself
 Can I get some help? (Yes yes you can!)
 Ah can I get some help? (Yes yes you can!)
 Ah can I get some help, y'all? (Yes yes you can!)
 Well, can I get another (the boom) boom (the boom)
 Boom (the boom) boom (the boom) boom

 We laugh at the sticka, ha ha ha sticka (Repeat 3X)
 C'mon Terminator can I get another hit? (Yeah)

 We laugh at the sticka, ha ha ha sticka (Repeat 3X)
 So here's another motherfucker kickin that shit!

 Verse Two: Ice-T

 Bang, motherfucker, bang, I kick street slang
 Cause this is a G Thang so I'ma let my nuts hang
 Nigga; I pull the trigga, blow out your fuckin guts
 Violent? Yeah, I'm the LA MC tyrant
 Huh, the bigga the sticka the bigga the bank, thanks
 I gank punks, funk trunks and give a fuck bout what a censor think
 Ice nigga, Ice nigga step and die twice nigga
 Rollin with the X, yo censor this, bitch!
 I rock the ill rhymes, you trip you get flatlined
 It's war time, soft MC's hear a beat and it's bore time
 Yo, no pretendin, I'm independent
 Cause I kill cops yo nigga Warner got dropped

 We laugh at the sticka, ha ha ha sticka (Repeat 3X)
 So here's another motherfucker kickin that shit!

 Verse Three: MC Lyte

 Yeah! You say sticka, I say 'Who gives a fuck?'
 I don't front, I do what I want and I'm runnin amuck
 "Don't do this, accentuate the positive"
 You want Positive? I'll show you where that nigga live
 Cause if I'm positive, it's cause I choose to be that way
 Not cause you told me to, cause this ain't no Simon Say
 It's representin that I like it like this
 Two shits, three fucks, and one bad motherfuckin bitch

 (Ha ha ha sticka. So here's another motherfucker kickin that shit)

 Verse Four: Ice Cube

 How the fuck you think you're gonna stop me with a sticka? (Bitch)
 I'm under twenty-one still gettin liquor
 Buckin niggaz down on Sega
 Now I got my nine like Arnold Schwarzeneggar
 Terminator X rock and roll, if you're able (Yep)
 Checkin out the Playboy Channel on cable
 Wish I had a missile like they showed on CNN Desert Storm
 I'm just gettin warm
 Kill em and kill em and then watch it drop
 And they'll let me, blame it on Tupac
 Say 2 Live Crew, and you jerk out
 Show the same amount of ass on the Jane Fonda workout
 You wish I was in church, in the right attire
 To see Jimmy Swaggart, fuck the whole choir (Wassup)
 How the fuck you think you gonna punk me?
 When Elvis was a motherfuckin junkie!
 A fat ass slob and a tramp
 Now we need to put Cypress Hill on a stamp
 From my nigga Ice-T, all the way to Chuck D
 See, we down and you can't seem to fuck me
 With a sticka so now I guess ya figure
 You'll have to kill a nigga, and that's when it's on

 (Bitch