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 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 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 an 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
 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 put the Presidency
 After needin 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
 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
 ____________ 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