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

Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff,
The paranoid, to get the boy
Get your 'cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of

Styles guns my wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, mutha you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got any last

Now they're after me, why? a niggas black
Sit back, afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real
ain't raised no suckers

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

That's why we burn and wreck
the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, take a Black life

It's on, the next real fall dead
Dred, Curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the to bust
What niggas need to do is start up

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

Imagine that if it took
Keeping the off their white fakes
I ain't racist but let's trade
Trace the 'n face it

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