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Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Goddamn, another fuckin' payback with a twist The motherfuckers shot but the punks missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? 'Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin' strong While, others Run a Hundred Miles But I never run, never will Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin' 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 somethin' I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said, I could sing like a Jaybird But nigga, don't say the J-word I thought they was buggin' 'Cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin' our black skin Buy my neighborhood then push the crack in Doin' us wrong from the first day And don't understand why a nigga got an AK Callin' 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 tryin' to fuck me With No Vaseline Just a match and a little bit of gasoline It's a great day for genocide What's that? That's the day all the niggaz 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 Bust back, peel a cap Gimme room in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, here 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., yeah I met Farrakhan and had dinner And now you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well No, but I go where the brothers 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'? Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Yeah, yeah But when will they shoot? Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Yeah, yeah But when will they shoot? You missed and didn't hit Da Lench Mob either Guerrillas in the Mist without Jungle Fever But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new jingle 'Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots' The KKK has got three-piece suits Using niggaz like turkey shoots My motto is Treat 'Em Like a Prostitute Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine Fuck the dumb shit and get my Tec-9 And if they approach us Aight, aight, I bury those cockroaches And if you can't deal with my Kill at Will Here's a new gift to get try my Death Certificate Amerikkka's Most, Amerikkka's burnt, it's like toast Like Jordan, I'm goin' coast to coast Dribblin' the funk here comes the nigga With the motherfuckin' monster dunk, get off me punk "Jordan, watch Jordan, aiyyo yo watch Jordan, yes" "You better eat your Wheaties" Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Yeah, yeah But when will they shoot? Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Yeah, yeah But when will they shoot? Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded 'Cause he don't like the niggaz that I'm down with Motherfucker wanna do us 'Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm and Louis Most got done by a black man's bullet Give a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro assassin I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo' ass in When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker They use somebody much blacker What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew 'Cause My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me too Never died, surround my crib And F.O.I. 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 goin' out cheap Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill 'cause it's so steep They'll never get me, they'll never hit me Mother fuck that shit J-Dee Now I'm relaxed Grab the St. Ide's brew so I can max Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot And then I heard a shot, boom