Last Wordz
Ice cube's in the mutha-fu***' house
The ***a you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fu***' house
The ***a you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fu***' house
The ***a you love to hate
Ice cube's in the mutha-fu***' house
The ***a you love to hate
[Ice cube]
Yo, here comes the ***a with the ruff, terror
The paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of s***s, styles guns
My uzzie wieghts a mutha-fu***' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two,
Bucking down your crew, mutha f**k you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn it's a brand new payback
F**k Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a ***a
On tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
The ***a the sag the forty five mag. Got you runnin' like a fag
So, keep your mutha-fu***' jokes
Cuz, I'm that ***a with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young ****s out to kill for cars
Ice T in the mutha fu***' house
Ice T in the mutha fu***' house
Ice T in the mutha fu***' house
Ice T in the mutha fu***' house
Ice T in the mutha fu***' house
Ice T in the mutha fu***' house
[Ice T]
O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
A lot of ****s hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
Mutha f**k mutha f**k pigs can't stop me
Uhh, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep ****s on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a ***a up
(? Hit the mob dope?)
So what's up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong f**k around and get shot
Your moms crying f**k her bust her
B***h start screaming to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the lp phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha fu***' Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, b***h mutha f****are I'm rich
Tupac's in the mutha fu***' house
Tupac's in the mutha fu***' house
Tupac's in the mutha fu***' house
Tupac's in the mutha fu***' house
Tupac's in the mutha fu***' house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac]
Now they're after me, why? Cuz a ****s black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-f****are
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your a** kicked
Where was you when there was ****s in the caskets?
Mutha-f****are rednecks all the same
Feel a real ***a 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 mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real ***a fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What ****s need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one ***a
But they can't take us alll
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 their white fakes
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate ' face it
One ***a teach two ****s
Three teach four ****s
And them ****s teach more ****s
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz