When Will They Shoot? lyrics

[Intro: Brother J]
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
God damn, another f*ckin' payback with a twist
The motherf*ckers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is outgunned, 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 motherf*ckin' steel - Boom!
Media tried to do me
But I was a boy in the hood before the movie, yeah
Call me n*gga, bigot, and a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke, motherf*cker
White man is somethin' I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah
They said I could sing like a jaybird
But n*gga, 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 n*gga got an AK
Callin' me an African-American
Like everything is fair again, sh*t
Devil, you got to get the sh*t 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 f*ck me!
[Segue: Ice Cube]
"With no Vaseline
Just a match and a little bit of gasoline" (Huh!)

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
It's a great day for genocide (What's that?)
That's the day all the n*ggas died
They killed JFK in '63
So what the f*ck you think they'll do to me?
But I'm the OG and I bust back (Boom, boom!)
Bust back (Boom, boom!), peel a cap (Boom, boom!)
Gimme room in the fire of the sun
Here the Mack come, here the Black come, watch Jack run!
Motherf*ckers can't gank me
f*ck a devil, f*ck a rebel, and a Yankee
Overrun and punk the Presidency
If it means that I'm down with O.P.P., yeah!
I met Farrakhan and had dinner
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 b*tchin'?
[Chorus: Ice Cube & Brother J]
"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?"
(*Gunshots*)

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
You missed, and didn't hit Da Lench Mob, either
Guerrillas in tha Mist without jungle fever
But I got the fever for the flavor 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
Usin' n*ggas like turkey shoots
My motto is, "Treat 'em like a prostitute!"
Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine
f*ck the dumb sh*t and get my TEC-9 (Yeah!)
And if they approach us
I, I - I bury those c*ckroaches
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, America's burnt, it's like toast
Like Jordan, I'm goin' coast to coast
Dribblin' the funk, here comes the n*gga with the motherf*ckin' monster dunk
Get off me, punk!
[Segue]
"Jordan..."
"Watch Jordan!
Ayo, Cube, watch Jordan..."
"Yes!"
You better eat your Wheaties"

[Chorus: Ice Cube & Brother J]
"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?"

[Verse 4: Ice Cube]
Daryl Gates got the studio surrounded
'Cause he don't like the n*ggas that I'm down with
Motherf*cker 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 n*gga and watch him pull it
Negro assassin
I'ma dig a ditch, b*tch, 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 playin' tricks on me, too (Yeah)
Never died, surround my crib
And FOI makin' sure nobody creep when I sleep
Keep a nine millimeter in my Jeep (What?)
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
Motherf*ck that sh*t, J-Dee
Now I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so f*ckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (Boom!)