when will they shoot lyrics – ice cube

“stalkin. walkin in my big black boots” [brother j]
[repeat 2x]

[ice cube]
god d*mn, another f*ckin payback with a twist
them motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckin steel – boom!
media try to do me
but i was a boy-n-the-hood before the movie, yeah
call me n*gg*, bigger than 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 bl**dy, yeah
they said i could sing like a jaybird
but n*gg*, 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*gg* 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
“. 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 n*gg*z died
they killed jfk in ’63
so what the f*ck 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
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 put the presidency
after needin that, i’m down wit o.p.p., yeah
i met farrakhan and had dinner
and 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, “h*ll no!”
a black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen
so could you please stop b*tchin?

“stalkin. walkin in my big black boots” [brother j]
[cube] yeah, yeah.
“but when will they shoot?”
“stalkin. walkin in my big black boots” [brother j]

“but when will they shoot?”
. [automatic gunfire]

[ice cube]
you missed, and didn’t hit da 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 the single, here’s my new jingle
“stalkin. walkin in my big black boots”
the kkk has got three-piece suits
using n*gg*z like turkey shoots
my motto is +treat ’em like a prost*tute+
now if i say no violence, devil, you won’t respect mine
f*ck the dumb sh*t – and get my tec-9
and if they approach us
a-ight, a-ight – 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+, amerikkka’s burnt – it’s like toast
like jordan, i’m goin coast to coast
dribblin the funk here comes the n*gg*
with the motherf*ckin monster dunk, get off me punk!
“jordan. watch jordan,
aiyyo yo watch jordan . yes!”
“you better eat your wheaties” [m.j.]

“stalkin. walkin in my big black boots” [brother j]
[cube] yeah, yeah.
“but when will they shoot?”
“stalkin. walkin in my big black boots” [brother j]
[cube] yeah, yeah.
“but when will they shoot?”

[ice cube]
darryl gates got the studio surrounded
cause he don’t like the n*gg*z 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*gg* and watch him pull it
negro *ss*ss-in
i’ma dig a ditch, b*tch, and throw yo’ *ss 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(s) crew
cause +my mind’s playing tricks on me+ too
never died, surround my crib
and f.o.i. makin sure n*body 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
motherf*ck that sh*t j-dee
now i’m relaxed
grab the st. ide’s brew so i can max
sittin by the window cause it’s so f*ckin hot
and then i heard a shot – boom.

/ ice cube lyrics