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(feat. Ice Cube, Ice-T)
Ice cube's in the muth*-fkin' house
the nigg* you love to hate
Ice cube's in the muth*-fkin' house
the nigg* you love to hate
Ice cube's in the muth*-fkin' house
the nigg* you love to hate
Ice cube's in the muth*-fkin' house
the nigg* you love to hate
ICE CUBE
Yo, here comes the nigg* with the ruff, the terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boys
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of , styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a muth*-fkin' ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, muth* fk you
Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black
Cause god d*mn its a brand new payback
fk Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigg*
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the nigg* the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin' like a f*g
So, keep your muth*-fkin' jokes
Cuz, I'm that nigg* with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
get yah for your drugs, young out to kill for cars
Ice T in the muth* fkin' house
Ice T in the muth* fkin' house
Ice T in the muth* fkin' house
Ice T in the muth* fkin' house
Ice T in the muth* fkin' house
Ice T in the muth* fkin' house
Ice T
O to the muth* fkin G I break crazy
a lot of hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
muth* fk muth* fk pigs can't stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigg* up
(?Hit the mob dope?)
So whats up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fk around and get shot
Your moms crying fk her bust her
b*tch start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the muth* fkin' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, b*tch muth* fker I'm rich
Tupac's in the muth* fkin' house
Tupac's in the muth* fkin' house
Tupac's in the muth* fkin' house
Tupac's in the muth* fkin' house
Tupac's in the muth* fkin' house
Got any last wordz
Tupac
Now they're after me, why? cuz a black
Spittin facts and
Ain't afraid to pull a trigger back
Let 'em come step to a real muth*-fker
Boom, Boom Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your as* kicked
Where was you when there was in the caskets?
muth*-fkin rednecks all the same
Fear a real nigg* if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn s**t and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned s**t yet
You muth*-fkas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nigg* fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nigg*
But they can't take us all
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took place ha ha ha
Keeping the smile off they white face
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigg* teach two
three teach four
And them teach more
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz