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sample -- "Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans", Ice Cube(cut and scratched by DJ Pam the Funkstress)Verse One: BootsIn this land I can`t stand or sitand not get shit thrown up in my faceA brotha never gets his propsI`m doin bellyflops at the department of wasteAnd everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my cardI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hardI`m lookin behind me beside me ahead of meThere`ll be no feet makin tracks here instead of meBut I can`t disregard just what the news says to meI`m twenty-one, so I`ve reached my life expectancyAt any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny assFrom motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland taskMy relationship with OPD has been like one big dissLong arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it`s hard to even pissSo I forgot ain`t even got a pot to do it inUp at the church they`re tellin me it`s because I live in sinSo I grin, but nevertheless my mind won`t dwellI must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hellCapitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighterI`m struggling like a fighter, just to bust looseIt`s like a noose asyphyxiation sets inJust when I think I`m free it seems to me the spider steps inThis web is made of money made of greed made of meOf what I have become in a parasite economyVerse Two: E RocIn the winter there`s a splinter with the smell of the rainAnd the scent of the street, but all I smell is the painOf a brotha who`s a hustler and he`s stuck to the grindOf a sista who`s a hooker gotta sell her behindDesperation makes her brotha get a little more boldThe circumstance gets deeper when it`s damp and it`s coldSo I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gankCan I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pieBut my daddy always taught me just to reach for the skyNow my dream and aspirations go from single to hoeAs I realize there`s a million motherfuckers in the coldNo need to be told, cause when you got a million po` peopleGettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evilBut it`s illegal, to wonder how they livin fat(One two three) everybody get a gatVerse Three: BootsAhhhhhh yeah!Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimpsBasketball players, rap stars, and simpsThat`s what little black boys... are made ofSluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beckBroads pop that coochie, bitches stay in checkThat`s what little black girls... are made ofBut if we`re made of that who made usand what can we do to change usThe oppressor tries to tame ushere`s a FOOT for his anus!Well since the days when I was shittin in diapersIt was evident the President didn`t like usAssassination attempts I`d root for the snipersMy teacher told me that I didn`t know what right wasWell she was wrong cause I knew what a right wasAnd a left and an uppercut, tooI had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people gotThat`s why I was constantly red, black, and blueOutro: E Roc, Boots[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw some shots out?[B] Ay man I ain`t done with my lyrics yet, that`s not cool[E] Ay, but ain`t this a freestyle?[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway*guns are cocked*[B] Awright fuckit, who y`all wanna throw some shots out to?[E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything Let`s throw some shots out[E] Yeah*blam, blam blam*[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything but I think we need a goodbye for his ass*gun cocked*[E] Uh-huh*blam*[E] See-ya![B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?*guns cocked*[E] The who?[B] You know who they are, awright*blam blam, blam*[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker[E] Yeah whassup wit him?[B] Awright*blam*[E] Got him![B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., *guns cocking repeatedly throughout* The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.[B] Awright, load up[E] Yeah, here`s a loaded club for yo` ass*semi-automatic*[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads? Ay check it out[E] I can`t stand dem fools[B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool*semi-automatic*[E] Yeah, got em![B] Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers![E] Who? *gun cocks*[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris[E] Who else? *gun cocks*[B] Tom Bradley[E] Who else? *gun cocks*[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up[E] Yeah be true to the game*blam blam blam blam*[B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?[E] Let`s get the fuck up outta here[B] Aight cool, we out

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