Released: June 22, 1993
Songwriter: Ice Cube
Producer: Ice Cube QDIII
("Understand that time is running out")
Sick and tired of the 400 years, gotta get "doe" like deers
But ain't goin' out like a (?) named Bambi
The devil don't know who the man be
Come and check it out, I got the fat artillery
Harriet Tubman's spirit instilled in me
Fuck Bill Clinton and Hillary
Buck shots (mug shots)
Tryin' to separate me and my mister
But see I'm a soldier, and I got a sister
Ready to put in work, jerk
Get busy in pants or skirt
Give me a friend and a loaded MAC-10
And all I need is a few good men
You better run to the pad and call 911, hon, the girl's got a gun
("Don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one")
("Shoot him 'fore he runs, now")
All y'all lookin', I know it seems strange
To see a black girl at the range
Lettin' a (buck buck) with the buck, kick
Lookin' for a hit for a trick
Now I'm wanted in every state
Cause I'm a packer, rapper, jacker, ready for the cracker
But he don't want none, he can't get none
Oh, shit, I think I hit one
Now they're on the run, cause I don't fear
Flip the scrip' and hit like Pam Grier
And you can try to find me K
I'm wicked, (?), and stomp into the ninety tre
It's all about the IBWC
And I'ma have to trouble you, G
You better run to the pad and call 911, hon, the girl's got a gun
("Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang")
My 9 goes bang, punk can you hang?
If you can't, then back up, back up
QE turn the track up
Ratta-tat-tat, the clip is inserted further
More, I murder more
Fools, act like you didn't know, if you did know
Now you're in the mix, six feet below where the grass grow
So, I changed, I got the jackal
Grabbin' on artillery I just can't let go
So, when you see me in your neighborhood
Dial 911, the girl's got a gun
Sick and tired of the 400 years, gotta get "doe" like deers
But ain't goin' out like a (?) named Bambi
The devil don't know who the man be
Come and check it out, I got the fat artillery
Harriet Tubman's spirit instilled in me
Fuck Bill Clinton and Hillary
Buck shots (mug shots)
Tryin' to separate me and my mister
But see I'm a soldier, and I got a sister
Ready to put in work, jerk
Get busy in pants or skirt
Give me a friend and a loaded MAC-10
And all I need is a few good men
You better run to the pad and call 911, hon, the girl's got a gun
("Don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one")
("Shoot him 'fore he runs, now")
All y'all lookin', I know it seems strange
To see a black girl at the range
Lettin' a (buck buck) with the buck, kick
Lookin' for a hit for a trick
Now I'm wanted in every state
Cause I'm a packer, rapper, jacker, ready for the cracker
But he don't want none, he can't get none
Oh, shit, I think I hit one
Now they're on the run, cause I don't fear
Flip the scrip' and hit like Pam Grier
And you can try to find me K
I'm wicked, (?), and stomp into the ninety tre
It's all about the IBWC
And I'ma have to trouble you, G
You better run to the pad and call 911, hon, the girl's got a gun
("Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang")
My 9 goes bang, punk can you hang?
If you can't, then back up, back up
QE turn the track up
Ratta-tat-tat, the clip is inserted further
More, I murder more
Fools, act like you didn't know, if you did know
Now you're in the mix, six feet below where the grass grow
So, I changed, I got the jackal
Grabbin' on artillery I just can't let go
So, when you see me in your neighborhood
Dial 911, the girl's got a gun
- You Better Ask Somebody (1993)
- You Can’t Play With My Yo-Yo
- The Bonnie and Clyde Theme
- Girl, Don’t Be No Fool
- Tonight’s the Night
- Mama Don’t Take No Mess
- Make Way for the Motherlode
- Bonnie & Clyde II
- They Shit Don’t Stink
- Westside Story
- IBWin’ Wit My CREWin’
- Can You Handle It?
- Stand Up for Your Rights
- Cube Gets Played
- Dedication
- Outro
- More Of What Can I Do?
- Letter to the Pen
- Pass It On
- You Better Ask Somebody
- Mackstress
- Girls Got a Gun
- Home Girl Don’t Play Dat
- Stompin’ To Tha 90's
- Put A Lid On It