Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots Stalkin', in my big black boots
Goddamn, another payback with a twist The motherfuckers but the punks missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, is the outcome? they do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I styles, new styles, standin' strong While, others Run a Miles But I run, never will Deal with the with my motherfuckin' steel, boom
try to do me But I was a Boy 'N the before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger a spook But you the one that for Duke, motherfucker
White man, is somethin' I tried to But I got my bloody, yeah said, I could sing like a Jaybird But nigga, don't say the
I thought they was 'Cause to us Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin' our skin Buy my then push the crack in
Doin' us wrong 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 than a trillion midnights 'Don't Believe the Hype' was 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 day for genocide What's That's the day all the niggaz
They JFK in '63 So what the you think they'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I bust Bust back, a cap
Gimme in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, the black come, watch Jack run can't gank me Fuck a devil, a rebel and a yankee
and put the Presidency 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 Down Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice Cube sell You say, "Hell no"
A black is my manager, not in the kitchen So could you please stop
Stalkin', in my big black boots Yeah, But when they shoot? Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots Yeah, But when will they
You and didn't hit Da Lench Mob either Guerrillas in the Mist without Fever But I got the fever for the of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, my new jingle
'Stalkin', walkin' in my big boots' The KKK has got suits Using niggaz like turkey My motto is Treat 'Em a Prostitute
Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect Fuck the dumb and get my Tec-9 And if they us Aight, aight, I those cockroaches
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 here comes the nigga the motherfuckin' monster 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', walkin' in my big boots Yeah, But when will shoot?
Darryl Gates got the studio he don't like the niggaz that I'm down with Motherfucker do us I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm and Louis
Most got by a black man's bullet a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and yo' ass in
When shoot, no, it won't be a cracker They use somebody much What I do? I up the Geto Boy crew 'Cause My Playing Tricks On Me too
Never died, my crib And F.O.I. makin' nobody creep when I sleep Keep a 9 millimeter in my jeep, I roll, I gots to roll deep
Ain't out cheap Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill 'cause so steep They'll never get me, never hit me Mother fuck that shit
Now I'm Grab the St. Ide's so I can max Sittin' by the window it's so fuckin' hot And then I a shot, boom