Get the Fist

[Verse 1: King T]

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

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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

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

Let out some rage and bang a Caucasian

G-yeah, MC Eiht got the pale face runnin' scared

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

[Verse 4: 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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

[Verse 5: 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

[Verse 6: Kam]

It's the Kam and what's up? Damn, this is like a dream

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

Arch-rivals 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

[Verse 7: 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, twelve blind mice

Is this the end, where we begin

Makin' friends with Mr. Chen?

From the dirt to the streets to the avenues

Way, way deep, deep in the zoo

[Verse 8: 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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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