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You got any last words? | Yeah, I've got some last words | Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house
You got any last words? Yeah, I've got some last words 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 Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cause I feel like a headbanger Yeah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my Uzi wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, muthafuck you Pigs were blue, I wear black, nothing but black 'Cause god damn it's a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga On the trigger, 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 muthafuckin' jokes 'Cause, 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 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 Oh, to the muthafuckin' G, I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me, but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me But the punk, motherfuking 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 2Pac'll string a nigga up if the mob don't So what's up, Punk? You want what I got, step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your mom's 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 muthafuckin' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch muthafucker, 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 Got any last wordz Now they're after me, why? 'Cause a nigga's black Spitting facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back Let 'em come step to a real muthafucker (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? Muthafucker 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 muthafuckas 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 their white faces I ain't racist but let's 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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