Ice Cube - When Will They Shoot? lyrics

Artist: Ice Cube
Album: The Predator
Song: When Will They Shoot?

Verse One:

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.