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Ice Cube with The Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in
'Cause everybody's crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the
The way I'm talkin I'm ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya
'cause if you is or you ain't a banger
Keep one in the
'cause you'll get things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the
All the ol' house fellows are crooks
So I get looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair
Will the boys 'n' the have to beat down Ice Cube?
no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies to squab
I'm still wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa's wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got
But if you know me, you that I'm liable
To bust a cap 'cause it's all survival of the fittest
I'm a crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Book
From the I took from people
I reap all your fat shit,
Back to the criminals
I leave crew crew but they can't catch me yet
'cause I'm as slippery
can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the
And sweat em sweat hogs
And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the that flaunt it
most wanted

Hey yo, here's what the poster
'Ice is wanted dead'
That's all it
I put heads to bed and fled the wit all the green
shots and si-reens
When I first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I
Put jack in progress
the American way
'cause I'm the
Ice Cube, a motherfuckin'
And tried to catch the early but they slept, so
Who gets the
And if I'm in a trap
You know I'ma beat the
With a payoff, cop lay off
FBI on my dick, off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a
I'm a with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, by America

(Hey yo man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck has
It's to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga
Point for the Caucasian
the hammer then crackle, smile
Take me to house, pal
Got to the house, my got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the and the jewelry
Three later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it be
(What up G?) Saw my on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I didn't I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough
The ol' bitch the street must've turned me in
'Cause the was out there ten deep
I got and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin' my own
The police didn't pay it no
But when I robbin' the white folks
Now I'm in the pen wit the
I said it before and still taught it
Every motherfucker with a color is most