Overview Lyrics Videos Listen Artists Main results "Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots" "Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots" God damn, another fuckin' payback with a twist The motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin' steel, boom! Media tried to do me But I was a boy in the hood before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigot, and 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" (huh) It's a great day for genocide (what's that?) That's 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 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! Motherfuckers can't gank me Fuck a devil, fuck 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 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 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' niggas 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 (yeah) And if they approach us I, I 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, America'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! Ayo, Cube, 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?" Daryl Gates got the studio surrounded 'Cause he don't like the niggas 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 playin' tricks on me, too 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 Motherfuck that shit, J-Dee Now I'm relaxed Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot And then I heard a shot (boom!) Source: LyricFind
'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!' One of my favorite hip hop songs of all time. Ice Cube and DJ Pooh at their prime. And one of the hardest beats ever made. FACTS!
