I'ma say this and I'ma end mine

If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States

Period, point-blank

If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa from apartheid and shit

Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side

And let us brothers and us Africans step in

And start putting some foot in that ass!

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But living in the city, it's do-or-die

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But living in the city, it's do-or-die

Them wonder why mi violent, them no really understand

For the reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand

Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King

The gun goes click, mi gun goes bang

Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach

Them riot in L.A. 'cause them no really wanna see

Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot

Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut

Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against them

Them never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break them

And kill, at my own risk, if I may

To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest

Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting

Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown

But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is

They have started fires down at the end of the street

How many niggas are ready to loot?

Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?

I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?

Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

That's what they told us today, "In other words, you still a slave"

No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit!

Sitting in my living room, calm and collected

Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective

'Cause what I just heard broke me in half

And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row is bailing

Laugh now, but cry much later

You see, when niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us

Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles

They found that they couldn't handle us

Bloods, Crips on the same squad

With the Ese's helping, nigga, it's time to rob and mob

And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye

I don't love them so them can't love me

Yo, straight putting it down, getting my scoot on

It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on

And come up on me some furniture or something

Got a VCR in the back of my car

That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet

And motherfuckers better not try to stop me

'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped

'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop

Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh

People in the crowd throwing things at the officers

And swinging at them as well

As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at—

At an officer with some object in her hand

How many niggas are ready to loot?

Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?

I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?

Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But living in the city, it's do-or-die

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But living in the city, it's do-or-die

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love

One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove

Can't get prints on a nine I throw away

Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray

Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop

And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz

Smash, I crashed his head like a window

I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo

Creeping, with the quickness to the cut

Bust one to his head while he munches on a doughnut

And crack-up, so now he best to back up

I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up

I zip uptown but motherfucking cops are all around

Helicopters flying, these motherfuckers trying

To catch me and stretch me on Death Row

But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go

This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited

I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

Break 'em off something, break 'em off something

The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall

Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall

The description of three blacks

Shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right

If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek

We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side

So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck

And mi don't give a fuck

And all my problems end with that buck-buck

Blam, blam, blam 'til them fall

Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye

Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots

Diggidy Daz and RBX, them bust gun shots

Come again