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

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

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

'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 mag, got you runnin' like a fag

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

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

Oh, to the mutha G I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't me
Stop me, clock me, cops glock me
Mutha fuck, 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, keep the rope
Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob

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

got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the mutha Bobcat
Ninety three suckas me to go out
Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm

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

Got any last

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

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

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

on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dred, Curl, process, or bald head
Be for the smoke to bust
niggas need to do is start loc'in up

United we stand, we fall
They can shoot one nigga but they take us all
Let's get along the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the again

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

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