| Song | Show Em Whatcha Got |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back |
| 作曲 : James Henry Boxley III & Carlton Ridenhour & Eric Sadler | |
| Talkin dat drive by shit | |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
| Talkin dat drive by thang | |
| Everybody talking dat gangsta swang | |
| Slaves to the rhythm of the master | |
| Buck boom buck another | |
| Neighborhood disaster (Drummer hit me one) | |
| A gun iz a gun iz | |
| A muther fuckin gun | |
| But an organized side | |
| Keep a sellout niga on the run | |
| What you gonna do to get paid | |
| Step on the rest of the hood | |
| Till the drug raid | |
| See you runnin like roaches | |
| Black gangstas need track coaches | |
| The white law set you up raw | |
| When you have his trust in killin us | |
| Talkin dat gattalk | |
| Walkin dat catwalk | |
| Where you tryin to go wit dat | |
| Dont even go dere wit dat rap | |
| Guns drugs an money | |
| All you know how | |
| So whatcha gonna do now? | |
| I'm bout ready to bounce | |
| Trouble on the corner of blunt ave | |
| An 40 ounce | |
| Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild | |
| I'm raisin my child | |
| I'm steppin to da curb | |
| Wit a sign do not disturb | |
| Too much dont give a fuck | |
| Or a damn thing | |
| But choose what the other man bring | |
| I sing a song cause | |
| I see wrong | |
| I'm not down with the fe fi fo | |
| Where I come from | |
| See, the brothers aint dumb | |
| Sense goes over nonsense | |
| When it makes no sense | |
| I'm throwin up da fence | |
| Talkin dat drive by shit | |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
| Talkin dat drive by thang | |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang | |
| Talkin dat gattalk | |
| Walkin dat catwalk | |
| Were you tryin to go wit dat | |
| Dont even go there wit dat rap | |
| Guns drugs & money | |
| All you know how | |
| So whatcha gone do now? [Break] | |
| The only good niga iz a dead niga | |
| Dats what they used to say | |
| Cant understand why a man | |
| Gotta use a trigga | |
| On his own, suppose to act grown | |
| Cracka in da back | |
| Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother | |
| Couldn't shoot and shot a mother | |
| Four kids alone home | |
| Ungrown & now they on they own | |
| Now check yourself cool | |
| What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool | |
| Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk |
| zuò qǔ : James Henry Boxley III Carlton Ridenhour Eric Sadler | |
| Talkin dat drive by shit | |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
| Talkin dat drive by thang | |
| Everybody talking dat gangsta swang | |
| Slaves to the rhythm of the master | |
| Buck boom buck another | |
| Neighborhood disaster Drummer hit me one | |
| A gun iz a gun iz | |
| A muther fuckin gun | |
| But an organized side | |
| Keep a sellout niga on the run | |
| What you gonna do to get paid | |
| Step on the rest of the hood | |
| Till the drug raid | |
| See you runnin like roaches | |
| Black gangstas need track coaches | |
| The white law set you up raw | |
| When you have his trust in killin us | |
| Talkin dat gattalk | |
| Walkin dat catwalk | |
| Where you tryin to go wit dat | |
| Dont even go dere wit dat rap | |
| Guns drugs an money | |
| All you know how | |
| So whatcha gonna do now? | |
| I' m bout ready to bounce | |
| Trouble on the corner of blunt ave | |
| An 40 ounce | |
| Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild | |
| I' m raisin my child | |
| I' m steppin to da curb | |
| Wit a sign do not disturb | |
| Too much dont give a fuck | |
| Or a damn thing | |
| But choose what the other man bring | |
| I sing a song cause | |
| I see wrong | |
| I' m not down with the fe fi fo | |
| Where I come from | |
| See, the brothers aint dumb | |
| Sense goes over nonsense | |
| When it makes no sense | |
| I' m throwin up da fence | |
| Talkin dat drive by shit | |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
| Talkin dat drive by thang | |
| Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang | |
| Talkin dat gattalk | |
| Walkin dat catwalk | |
| Were you tryin to go wit dat | |
| Dont even go there wit dat rap | |
| Guns drugs money | |
| All you know how | |
| So whatcha gone do now? Break | |
| The only good niga iz a dead niga | |
| Dats what they used to say | |
| Cant understand why a man | |
| Gotta use a trigga | |
| On his own, suppose to act grown | |
| Cracka in da back | |
| Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother | |
| Couldn' t shoot and shot a mother | |
| Four kids alone home | |
| Ungrown now they on they own | |
| Now check yourself cool | |
| What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool | |
| Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk |