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Ice Cube's in the house
The nigga you to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'
The you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin'

Yo, here comes the with the ruff, terror
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get your steel I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a of shits

guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking one, bucking down two
Bucking your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, but black

'Cause god its a brand new payback
Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga, the sag, the forty mag, got you runnin' like a fag

So, keep mutha-fuckin' jokes
'Cuz, I'm that with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes
and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for

Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the mutha house
Ice T in the fuckin' house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin'

Oh, to the fuckin' G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't me
Stop me, me, cops wanna glock me
Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't me

Uhh, am I a G, I got
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the
With a scope, dough, Cube the rope
Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob

So up Punk
You want what I got step to me wrong fuck and get shot
mom's crying fuck her, bust her
Bitch screaming to me and I'll dust her

Pops got the LP phat, on hit
Laid by the fuckin' Bobcat
Ninety three want me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch fucker I'm rich

Tupac's in the mutha fuckin'
Tupac's in the fuckin' house
in the mutha fuckin' house
Tupac's in the mutha house

Got any last

Now they're after me, why? 'Cuz a black
Sit back, afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real
Mama raised no suckers

Dan Quayle, you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the
Feel a real if he ain't balled and chained

why we burn shit and wreck
'Cuz the punk police ain't learned yet
You mutha-fuckas pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a life

It's on, the next real nigga dead
Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald
Be for the smoke to bust
What niggas to do is start loc'in up

United we stand, divided we
They can shoot one nigga but they can't us all
Let's get with the Mexicans
And we can all have on the sets again

that if it took place
Keeping the smile off their fakes
I ain't racist but let's places
the hate 'n face it

One nigga teach two niggas, teach four niggas
And them niggas teach niggas
And when we blast be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my wordz