Ice cube s in the mutha- in house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube s in the mutha- in house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube s in the mutha- in house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube s in the mutha- in house the nigga you love to hate [ICE CUBE] Yo
here comes the nigga 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 s
styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha- in ton bucking down one
bucking down two
bucking down your crew
mutha you Pigs were blue
I where black
nothing but black Cause god damn 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 five mag.
got you runnin like a fag So
keep your mutha- in 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 drawers
young niggas out to kill for cars Ice T in the mutha in house Ice T in the mutha in house Ice T in the mutha in house Ice T in the mutha in house Ice T in the mutha in house Ice T in the mutha in house [Ice T] O to the mutha in 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 mutha 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 around and get shot Your moms crying 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 in Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out
bitch mutha er I m rich Tupac s in the mutha in house Tupac s in the mutha in house Tupac s in the mutha in house Tupac s in the mutha in house Tupac s in the mutha in house Got any last wordz [Tupac] 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- er [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- er rednecks all the same Feel 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- as 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 alll 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 their white fakes 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 |
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