Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots Stalkin', walkin' in my big black
Goddamn, another fuckin' payback a twist The shot but the punks missed Ice is out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin' While, others Run a Miles But I never run, will Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin' steel,
try to do me But I was a Boy 'N the Hood the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger than a But you the one voted for Duke, motherfucker
man, is somethin' I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, They said, I could sing a Jaybird But nigga, don't say the
I thought they was 'Cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler an oven our black skin Buy my neighborhood push the crack in
us wrong from the first day And don't understand why a got an AK Callin' me an Like is fair again, shit
Devil, you got to get the right, I'm black Blacker than a midnights 'Don't Believe the was said in '88 By the great Chuck D, now tryin' to fuck me
With No Just a match and a bit of gasoline It's a great day for that? That's the day all the died
killed JFK in '63 So what the you think they'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I back Bust back, a cap
Gimme in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, here the black come, watch run Motherfuckers gank me Fuck a devil, a rebel and a yankee
Overrun and put the After needin' that, I'm wit O.P.P., yeah I met and had dinner And now you ask if I'm a five-percenter,
No, but I go where the go with Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice Cube sell You say, "Hell no"
A black woman is my manager, not in the So could you please stop
Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots Yeah, But when will they Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots Yeah, But when will they
You missed and didn't hit Da Mob either Guerrillas in the without Jungle Fever But I got the for the flava of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new
'Stalkin', in my big black boots' The KKK has got three-piece Using niggaz like turkey My is Treat 'Em Like a Prostitute
Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't mine Fuck the shit and get my Tec-9 And if approach us Aight, aight, I bury those
And if you deal with my Kill at Will Here's a new to get try my Death Certificate Amerikkka's Most, Amerikkka's burnt, it's like Jordan, I'm goin' coast to coast
Dribblin' the funk comes the nigga With the motherfuckin' dunk, get off me punk
"Jordan, watch Jordan, yo watch Jordan, yes" "You better eat Wheaties"
Stalkin', in my big black boots Yeah, But when will they Stalkin', in my big black boots Yeah, But when will shoot?
Darryl Gates got the surrounded 'Cause he don't like the niggaz that I'm down Motherfucker do us 'Cause I like Nat, Huey, and Louis
Most got done by a black bullet Give a to a nigga and watch him pull it assassin I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and yo' ass in
they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker They use much blacker What I do? I called up the Boy crew 'Cause My Mind's Playing On Me too
Never died, my crib And F.O.I. makin' sure creep when I sleep Keep a 9 in my jeep, peep When I roll, I gots to roll
Ain't goin' out Met the Circle on Cypress Hill 'cause it's so steep They'll never get me, never hit me Mother fuck that shit
Now I'm the St. Ide's brew so I can max Sittin' by the 'cause it's so fuckin' hot And then I a shot, boom