Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots Stalkin', walkin' in my big black
Goddamn, another fuckin' with a twist The motherfuckers shot but the punks Ice Cube is out-gunned, is the outcome? Will they do me like
'Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin' While, others Run a Miles But I run, never will Deal with the devil with my steel, boom
try to do me But I was a Boy 'N the Hood the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger a spook But you the one that voted for Duke,
White man, is I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, said, I could sing like a Jaybird But nigga, say the J-word
I thought was buggin' 'Cause to us Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin' our skin Buy my neighborhood push the crack in
Doin' us 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 little bit of It's a great day for that? That's the day all the niggaz
killed JFK in '63 So the fuck you think they'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I back Bust back, a cap
Gimme room in the of the sun Here the mack come, here the come, watch Jack run Motherfuckers can't me Fuck a devil, fuck a and a yankee
and put the Presidency After needin' that, I'm down wit O.P.P., I met Farrakhan and had And now you ask if I'm a five-percenter,
No, but I go where the go Down Compton Mosque, Number 54 a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice sell out? You say, "Hell no"
A black is my manager, not in the kitchen So you please stop bitchin'?
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Yeah, But will they shoot? Stalkin', in my big black boots Yeah, But when will shoot?
You and didn't hit Da Lench Mob either Guerrillas in the Mist Jungle Fever But I got the for the flava of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new
'Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots' The KKK has got suits Using niggaz like turkey My motto is 'Em Like a Prostitute
Now if I say no violence, devil, you respect mine the dumb shit and get my Tec-9 And if they us Aight, aight, I bury cockroaches
And if you can't with my Kill at Will Here's a new gift to get try my Death Most, Amerikkka's burnt, it's like toast Like Jordan, I'm coast to coast
Dribblin' the funk comes the nigga With the motherfuckin' monster dunk, get off me
"Jordan, Jordan, aiyyo yo watch Jordan, yes" "You eat your Wheaties"
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Yeah, But when will shoot? Stalkin', in my big black boots Yeah, But when will they
Darryl Gates got the studio 'Cause he don't like the niggaz I'm down with wanna do us 'Cause I like Nat, Huey, and Louis
Most got done by a man's bullet a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo' ass in
When they shoot, no, it won't be a They use somebody blacker What I do? I called up the Boy crew 'Cause My Playing Tricks On Me too
Never died, my crib And F.O.I. makin' sure nobody creep I sleep a 9 millimeter in my jeep, peep When I roll, I gots to deep
goin' out cheap Met the MADD Circle on Cypress 'cause it's so steep never get me, they'll never hit me Mother that shit J-Dee
Now I'm Grab the St. brew so I can max Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so hot And then I a shot, boom