[Boots]   In this land I can't stand or sit    and not get shit thrown up in my face   A brother never gets his props    from doin' belly flops at the department of waste   And everyday I pull a front so nobody pulls my card   I gotta mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard   I'm lookin' behind me, beside me, ahead of me   They'll be no feet makin' tracks here instead of me   But I can't disregard just what the news says to me   I'm twenty-one so I've reached my life expectancy   At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass   From motherfuckers doin' the sellout strut or probably Oakland task   My relationship with OPD has been like one big dis   Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss   So I forgot ain't even got to pot to do it in   Up at the church they're tellin' me it's because I live in sin   So I grin. But nevertheless my mind won't dwell   I must be trippin' 'cause i thought I was livin' in hell   Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter   I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose   'Cause like a noose asphyxiation sets in   Just when i think I'm free it seems to be the spider steps in   This web is made of money, made of greed made of me   Or what I have become in a parasite economy      [E-Roc]   In the winter there's a spinner with the smell of the rain   and the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain   of a brother who's a hustler, and he's stuck to the grime   of a sister who's a hooker, got to sell her behind   Desperation makes her brother get a little more bold   The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold   So I spend my time thinkin' 'bout the ultimate gank   Can I get my crew together, pull a move on the bank   I'll be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie   But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky   Now my dream and aspirations go from single to ho.   As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold   No need to be told, 'cause when you got a million po' people   Gettin' ganged by a few that are rich and evil   But it's illegal to wonder how they live in fat   One, two , three. Everybody get a gat      [Boots]   Niggas, thugs, dope dealers and pimps   Basketball players, rap stars and simps   That's what little black boys... are made of   Sluts, hos and press they naps around yo' neck   Broads, pop the couchies, bitches stay in check   That's what little black girls, huh huh, are made of   But if we're made of that who made us   and what can we do to change us   The oppressor tries to change us, here's a foot for his anus   Well since the days when I was shittin' in diapers,    It was evident the president didn't like us   Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers   My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was   Well she was wrong 'cause I knew what a right was   and a left and an uppercut too   I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got   that's why I was constantly red, black and blue      [Outro: 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