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Ice Cube The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's in the city of the criminal zone
One time keep the law in order
'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a
You're in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm ya
I'm darin ya to raise and bail and brag and sag
Or beat for ya flag
if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the
'cause get them things put on ya son
Ice has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are
So I get looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair
the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll son, you'll see it's okay
I my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies want to
I'm still wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa's wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in
Sometimes I got away clean, people got hurt
But if you me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace
I did so dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
the shit I took from people
I all your fat shit, jack
to the criminals sect
I crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
'cause I'm slick as
They can't get wit me, cops ain't to me
I can't dig a pig so I the dogs
And sweat em like sweat
And get mad, mad I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most

Hey yo, here's what the poster
Cube is wanted dead'
That's all it
I put to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
shots and si-reens
When I first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up and then I just
Put another in progress
It's the way
'cause I'm the
Ice Cube, a clepto'
And tried to catch the early bird but slept, so
Who gets the
And if I'm in a trap
You know I'ma the wack
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 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm ya, wanted by America

(Hey yo Cube man, they on ass)

Word, but who the fuck has
time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a invasion
Point for the Caucasian
Cock the 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
(oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the out
Pack my bags and to hit the dough when
The ol' bitch the street must've turned me in
the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the 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 I'll still it
Every motherfucker with a color is wanted