Ice cube´s in the mutha-fuckin´ house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube´s in the mutha-fuckin´ house
the nigga you love to hate Ice cube´s in the mutha-fuckin´ house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube´s in the mutha-fuckin´ house the nigga you love to hate
[ICE CUBE] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, the terror the paranoid, gots to get the boys Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin´ ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs wear blue, I wear black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck 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 five mag. got you runnin´ like a fag So, keep your mutha-fuckin´ jokes Cuz, I´m that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren´t jackers get yah for your drugs, young niggas out to kill for cars
Ice T in the mutha fuckin´ house Ice T in the mutha fuckin´ house Ice T in the mutha fuckin´ house Ice T in the mutha fuckin´ house Ice T in the mutha fuckin´ house Ice T in the mutha fuckin´ house
[Ice T] O to the mutha fuckin 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 fuck mutha fuck 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 nigga up (?Hit the mob dope?) So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your moms crying fuck her bust her Bitch start screaming to me and I´ll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha fuckin´ Bobcat
Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I´m rich
Tupac´s in the mutha fuckin´ house Tupac´s in the mutha fuckin´ house Tupac´s in the mutha fuckin´ house Tupac´s in the mutha fuckin´ house Tupac´s in the mutha fuckin´ house
Got any last wordz
[Tupac] Now they´re after me, why? cuz a niggas black Spittin facts and Ain´t afraid to pull a trigger back Let ´em come step to a real mutha-fucker [Boom, Boom] Mama ain´t raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don´t you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets? Mutha-fuckin rednecks all the same Fear a real nigga if he ain´t balled and chained That´s why we burn shit and wreck Cause the punk police ain´t learned shit 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 nigga 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 shoot one nigga 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 [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smile off they white face I ain´t racist but lets trade places Trace the hate ´n face it One nigga 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