Ice Cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house The ni**a you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house The ni**a you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-f**kin' house Yo here comes the ni**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 shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-f**kin' 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 its a brand new payback F**k Pat Sajak never did nothing for a ni**a On tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag The ni**a the sag the forty five mag got you runnin' like a fag So keep your mutha-f**kin' jokes
'Cuz I'm that ni**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 niggas out to k**l for cars
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Ice T in the mutha f**kin' house
Oh to the mutha f**kin' G I break crazy A lot of niggas 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 niggas on the roof With a scope dough Cube keep the rope Tupac string a ni**a up hit the mob d**e So what's up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong f**k around and get shot Your mom's crying f**k her bust her B**ch start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat track on hit
Laid by the mutha f**kin' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out b***h mutha f**ker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Tupac's in the mutha f**kin' house
Got any last wordz
Now they're after me why 'Cuz a niggas black Sit back ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-f**ker 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 niggas in the caskets Mutha-f**ker rednecks all the same
Feel a real ni**a if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn sh*t and wreck 'Cuz the punk police ain't learned sh*t yet You mutha-f**kas gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life don't take a Black life It's on the next real ni**a fall dead Dred Jheri Curl process or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can s***t one ni**a 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
Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but let's trade places Trace the hate 'n face it
One ni**a teach two niggas three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz
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One ni**a teach two niggas three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz
