Get The Fist

[King Tee]

Get a taste of the heat while I burn down the streets

Time to recognize who wore the white sheets

Gafflin me up and I'm fightin cause they got me

Known as a King knowin what they did to Rodney

I know you know the deal, it's open season on my race

I'm black and I'm proud to be lootin in your face

But yet I'm real smart, cause see, it's a plan

To lock up and shut down the black man

[Yo-Yo]

Yeah, you can play that role like you ain't with it if you wanna

But it's on to the break of dawn

I said it's just 'a few good men' when we were fightin

I guess it'll be more good men now we're united

Now all of a sudden they wanna bring in troops

Niggas in my hood been gettin loose and buckin fools

But now we're gettin wiser, you can tell by the fires

That they're fed up, the war is on us

[MC Eiht]

What happened to the drive-by killings?

Ain't nothin poppin no more cause brothers now chillin

From every hood to block to corner to street

Not black-on-black, the other color gets beat

Mh, I guess it's time for brothers to turn the page and

Let out some rage and bang a Caucasian

Geah, MC Eiht got the pale face runnnin scared

Gang of blue, fuck the white, I'm down with the red

[B-Real]

Doin dirt, at the time I thought it couldn't hurt

So I became a jackin expert

Lootin, scootin uptown cause they're shootin up a clown

That fuckin pig in the blue suit

That pig, sow, buster-ass copper

Pointin my bazooka at your pork chopper

You passed me a lump just a month back

That's why I got my hand on the pump, jack

You can get with that, or you can get with this

You can get the boot, or you can get the fist

[J-Dee]

Heary heary, y'all come kick it, man

I never thought I'd see a thousand Crips in the Nickerson

Gardens, pardon my manners

I saw the Bloods and Crips wavin big black banners

Bandanas tied, straps on their side

Cause in the projects it was a lotta black pride

And I remember the time I couldn't answer my pager

Cause if you were slippin your enemy come and gauge ya

[KAM]

It's the KAM and Watts Up, damn, this is like a dream

It feels good, cause every hood is on the same team

Archrivals got the five-o's kinda nervous

They layin in the cut but I know they wanna serve us

And I'm certain it's hurtin Daryl Gates

He rather have a brother pressin California license plates

While the media gets greedier for ratings

It's 12 o'clock at night but I'm rollin gold Daytons

And it's cool cause ain't nobody trip but the cops

Deep jeep bass comin from the rag top

[Threat]

It took more than a letter to pull us black together

But that goes to show you, never say never

I seen the tape, I didn't have to see it twice

Never seen nothin like it in my life, 12 blind mice

Is this the end, where we begin

Makin friends with Mister Chen?

From the dirt to the streets to the avenues

Way, way deep, deep in the Zoo

[Ice Cube]

Would you believe

Not guilty, the filthy devils tried to kill me

When the news get to the hood the niggas will be

Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust

Kickin up dust is a must

I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform

Stick a nigga like a unicorn

Born wicked, Laurence Powell, foul

Cut his damn throat and I smile

You can get with that, or you can get with this

You can get the boot, or you can get the fist